“It’s not that I’m trying to keep it a secret. It’s not clandestine—not exactly.”
“Then please explain what exactly is it, my dear”, dad said stressing each word while writing another letter,maybe to his publisher.
“I wanted to introduce her to you,but not like this”, I said befuddled at being caught red handed.
“Then how?” he looked straight at me.
“After I was done developing her a bit more,I would have come to you myself”
“You already did a good job, son” he said handing me back the manuscript of my first novel.
Prompted by Victoria’s Monday Writing Prompt
Also submitted to Sunday Scribbling
I still remember well
when I saw him last;
the paper brown dress
and the matching cap.
bundles of folded paper
some colored some bland
delivering all to right place
yet never seen empty hand.
“where is my letter sir”
I never failed to ask
“no one wrote to you dear”
he said and he had a laugh.
So when I was able to spell
I promptly set myself to task
and wrote a one-liner to me
to give to him next time he passed.
He never came that day or next
i forgot of him and the mail
and now I we no longer see them
since people learned of emails.
Written for PAD challenge day 4 , Sunday Scribbling , Poetry Potluck
barely in my senses;
I feel this
and so much worse
first half of my travel
away from (my home)
Written for Sunday Scribblings , OSI , Poetry Potluck
link me to
Prompted @ March challenge [Day 20 – birth] , Sunday Scribbling [Free]
A flash fiction based on Human Nature :
The sunrise was brilliant that morning. Such an odd day for them not to be together – the first too. She wished she could go with him to the lake, The same where she met him, where he proposed and suddenly she remembered it was the same place he supposedly met his new wife too.
Written for Monday Morning Writing Prompt
Also aubmitted to G-Man’s Friday flash 55 collection
No man or technology(is)
Able enough till date
To create the beauty of
Untouched flora and fauna
Raw in form since occurrence
Evolving daily, yet the same.
Prompted @ March challenge (Day 7 – Nature) and sunday scribblings (Raw)
Keep safe my memory
uncalled and untouched,
promise to forget.
Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings (safe)
Submitted to Haiku Challenge – 28 days , 28 haiku
and also to Haiku Heights
Do something you love
Do something you love to do;
Do something you love to do; do it !
Do something you love to do; do it, just for you.
Do something you love to do; do it,without expecting
Do something you love to do; without expecting others
Do something you love,without expecting others to be a part of.
Do something,without expecting others to be a part of that act.
Do something for yourself;And you got a manifesto for happiness.
Prompted @ BigTentPoetry (List Poem) , Sunday Scribling
A cure that suits all
a corner that you call yours
you know it yet not
cosmos meld the secrets
language of signs,known to you
but passed to none
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , Poetry Potluck, Sunday scribblings , OSI
a tight clasp creates
we all need our space.
Prompted @ Haiku Heights & Sunday Scribblings