Like a long forgotten but much loved sweater
The memory of him tumbled into her sight
When she was taking one of her rare solitary walks
She paused outside his door
And stood for a long while
Before walking away
When she got home, hours later,
there were footprints outside her door
Matching his shoes.
I’ve written a guest-review for WOGMA on the movie Bubble Gum. If you just scoffed, please do read my review. I thought so too, when I read the title and I was pleasantly surprised. The movie was the best thing about my day. Read the review on WOGMA. When the…
Here’s my NovelRace update, not one but two weeks later. After a ‘I do me proud’ start in the first fortnight, I slacked off for a week in between, making full use of my 30th birthday as an excuse. Pune and its wonderful people gave me a delightful celebration spread…
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flower in my hand. Photograph by Iza Viola for Big Mic gigs I was neck deep in a bad life. I had dramatically quit the respectable corporate-endorsed life two years earlier….
She looked about furtively Pulled her coat tighter and entered He was waiting at the end of the room She was crying for the first time in days But his serene smile gave her strength Even as the blood caked on his wrist flaked off There was no need for…
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This post was written on Christmas Day, 2020. This picture is one of the last ones taken in December 2019. I had a Christmas Eve date (hence the colour theme). It was with someone I’d matched with on the same day I had a run-in with my past. I would…
Arrey, quit moping and ring the bell!
On a more serious note, its a beautiful thought….:)
a very poignant story ….
@ Pensive: Who’s moping? Its the truth and she was just being pensive not morose. 🙂
@ Echo: Thank you!
It’s as beautiful as a miracle…this piece of your writing. I wonder how you manage to paint thoughts in such beautiful tones:)
@ Mehrin: Thank you :-). It isn’t difficult to write poetry when poetic situations happen to you.