the amnesty

Placing the receiver back to cradle he tries to gauge me “My sister took a dump because she was dumped,” He clarifies Silence glaringly flouts and wails, “Does it benefit you to any extent?” The air is too hard to heal, My eyes stay glued until he turns the corner; Summer is approaching, Pushing the

red wine chocolate cake

One of my 2021 resolution was – write a flash fiction inspired from BJD (Those who haven’t read her yet shall be kept at bay with silent bafflement.) by Helen Fielding, in January 2021. After a few weeks procrastination finally I managed to pen it down. A sharp bend in the midst of the conversation.

things i’m yet to ask you

My beloved, I offer my thankful gratitude to you for your benevolence and generosity. Eventually, I decided to resort to love and yet the question, rather rhetorical, hangs over its nature, origin and even…orientation? Whether this love is contingent on the presence or the absence of sex? These questions have been howling through the crevices

when they crashed into each other

And that’s how Darby and John crashed into each other or so the story goes… ” Woe betide anyone who comes closer!” She drew her sword from the sheath and stuck it to his neck. “Better set your face against any temptation.” Her ruthless gaze flared up. He quickly seized hold of her hand and

to pinion zilch

To soar, to pinion zilch I pilfer a handful of clouds bestriding me From the luminous colossi of your eyes Numberless ciphers proliferate In the azure sheen of my wings

enlisted

AmbrosiaReplacess stalenessOn his lipsHis eyes croonA promised land of lilacCarded in his breast In response to: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/13/sunday-writing-prompt-13th-september-cards/ https://fivedotoh.com/2020/09/13/fowc-with-fandango-replace/ Picture courtesy: Pinterest

as clear as your heart

I could hear your songas clear as a belleven in your hushed and vague demeanour As plain as pike-staffI noticed, how your shaking voicebelied your words Stifling my thirst forthose three wordsbeaded in your soft voice My cavalier heart cried at the top of its voice“You liar!” It’s highly improbablethat you were unmindful ofmy tender

sunset colours

Her eyes were still fastened upon the ground whilst her lips fluttered slowly.A hushed whisper softly fell from her rosy lips and her cheeks suffused with the colour of sunset.He heard everything. Everything. Photo saved from Pinterest