Rain sluices down mercilessly, This once arid kingdom of dust, Where concrete burnt like glowing charcoal, Resembles now an island in the midst of floods. The sewers gurgle painfully, With the sudden swell of waste, As mini-whirlpools in the pot-holed streets, Wash the sludge of the roads away. The trees around now wear a varnish…
Hello everyone and welcome to the We Are The World Blogfest, Month 5. About 5 months back I signed up for this blogfest that concentrates on the good in humanity and aims to spread cheer and bonhomie through stories and news reports of acts of human kindness. Since then I’ve made friends, connections, learnt a…
via Daily Prompt: Fragrance She was walking down a supermarket aisle, shopping cart loaded with groceries and other home necessities. She was almost done. Only the cleaning supplies were left to be picked up. She stopped before a display of detergents and automatically reached for the same detergent she had been using for years, when…
You were standing here At this same spot, where You held my hand last year. How clear you were, When you said Those three words, Convinced that nothing Could shake us, break us. But death did. … Now wisps of air They’ve become, Those three words, And you, you’ve turned Your back to ‘us’. You…
Daily Prompt: Dormant Dormant dreams seemed to come alive, As soon as her brush touched the paper. The Autistic girl who never spoke, provoked or evoked, Now seemed to babble through a vivid language of colors, An age of grey silence thus came to an end, A poet was born who painted her sagas. …
One must ask children and birds, how cherries and strawberries taste… Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. After a long, long time, I picked up some colors again when I had about an hour free yesterday. After a lot of sloppy tries, this one came alright. I’m not pleased with the leaves at all, but the…
He’s a mason. He builds and mends for a living. Each day he carefully measures and lays down the mortar and bricks required to build walls, windows, roofs, courtyards; a home, a school, or a prayer hall. He’s the man when you need someone to mend the cracks, collapsed walls of your buildings, and even…
Screw your swanky hot tubs! I got this tub, a 100% of contentment, and a million dollar smile. Ain’t nobody richer than me! Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Image Credits: www.pinterest.com
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via Daily Prompt: Faded I reminisce about faded jeans and failed chances. For on a night like tonight, I spied him, sauntering into the room, charging up the atmosphere, with his Brando-like swagger, his Dev Anand-ish smirk . His faded jeans spelled ‘reckless’, while his carefully tamed coif screamed ‘dandy’. It’s as…
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