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” I’ll be late for dinner tonight”, he said as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
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Bare bodies,hugging skins and wet cold eyes.
A husky voice called out, “Diana!Diana!”. The lady lying at the edge of the bed, clad in a sheer white robe, jerk opened her eyes. Her face lit up to a honey-glow in the shimmering light. She looked up into a mesmerizing and penetrating gaze. Continue reading The White Rose(part1)
Stone grey clouds hung from the sky,
the look of a vindictive angel.
Embraced me in pensive sulks!
Its edges torn, an ice cold pace;
of what I learn the bygone’s in disarray.
It swells and bursts into pit-a-pat notes:
Creating a magnificent poetry of its own,
Tickling the grass and caressing the earth,
Painting serenity over the graphite sky,
Enabling life to the widowed and wild blue yonder.
The chaotic drops danced around,
Sprinkling beauty to what it found,
A crystal clear mise-en-scène;
Which was once a note,now a song.
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Here’s my contribution to this week’s #writephoto challenge.Hoping to touch souls.Thank you Sue for the challenge and to the photo prompt contributor as well.Click here to read other contributions. Enjoy!
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
There’s a light they say,
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel?
I stare in dismay.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel!
I fear the unknown.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,
Hope anchors the soul!
The light at the end of this path,
Castaway the disguise,
There’s the light right at the end,
Invent and recognize!
There’s a light at the end my friend,
The wars will subside.
The light at the end you see:
An amicable world to survive.
There’s a light right there,
The evils shall perish,
A light at the end,
Victory will be ours to cherish!
So there’s a light at the end my dear,
Rise in valour!
Strive till the end,
Break the tunnel through!
But as I stand at the end of the tunnel,
I see no spark or glint,
Cause the light is eclipsed under the facade lies,
The light had always been within.
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You won’t miss it this time.
Oh! No you won’t.
Those days were of distances
Which have subsided;
This is your turn now
The lost shall be retained:
Ever wondered what the key to cracking a jigsaw puzzle is? Its getting the right piece at the right time. Life is like a jigsaw puzzle. As we proceed , we find ourselves building up a beautiful picture. For some it doesn’t click cause we fail to get the right piece at the right time.
Like waves in the ocean
You crashed onto my shore
I knew not how or why
but I was reborn…
She the summer, he the rain..
She the fire, he the water…
She the pain, he the heal…
She the desire, he the dream…
The love was a stranger
The love became friends,
The love was silent,
But it prevailed at both ends..