short story #30: Déjà vu

The little brick house was the first and the only one that her father had built. Amala and her parents had turned the small house into a beautiful home. They had been extremely happy…until a freak accident snatched her father away from them. His death hit them hard - emotionally and financially. Amala and her … Continue reading short story #30: Déjà vu

Dark clouds

It takes only a moment,For nature to change its colours.One moment, it's bright and sunnyAnd the next moment,It can turn dull and overcast.If observed keenly,One can see the dark cloudsApproaching closer,Far across the horizon,Threatening to cast us in darkness.The clouds follow the willOf the mighty winds of change.They follow the wind's bidingWithout any protest.The clouds … Continue reading Dark clouds

Grief

Grief is a powerful feelingThey say it has seven stagesI don't know about thatBut I strongly believeThat grief is like the waves,In a turbulent sea.It comes and goesBut it sustains,In a never-ending manner.It grips your heart,Forces you to haveUps and downsOver and over again.It creates new woundsBut often, grief rips openOld healed wounds too.No matter … Continue reading Grief

Hidden in plain sight

I have been hereFor a long whileI'm nearly as oldAs these hills themselvesI have seen these hills transformFrom young mountainsTo a lush green expanseThough I exist in plain sightI am virtually invisiblePeople only notice meWhen I cross the invisible boundaryThat they have set for meThey tread upon me,Over and over againUntil their well-tread pathsCarve out … Continue reading Hidden in plain sight

The purple dreamland

The field stretched far and wideAs far as my eye could seeAnd much beyond, tooI trod the path carefullyThe narrow path that layBetween the thick purple bushesThat was trodden so oftenThat the purple had given wayTo a clearingIt was the only patch of whiteThat remained in my sightI walked till my feet hurtAnd pleaded meTo … Continue reading The purple dreamland