Worn Traditions #writephoto

I was standing on the verge of the same old worn steps that had endured merciless tradition for centuries. They were crafted by the feet of the women before me, pressured by the society, and the society before that and so on. They didn’t choose this path. There was always somebody holding the emotional whip...

Cocoon – poetry #writephoto

I heard my name between serrated whispers Those whispers crawled like slimy worms over my solitude Disgust rose to my throat like mercury shooting up And I saw fear peeking through curtains with conniving eyes Rubbing its hand together, watching my next move My wings started rolling into themselves from all edges, slowly Every feather...

Make me calm #WritePhoto #Poetry

Cold Make me cold Like those stone walls So old Calm Make me calm Like that baby’s hand Nestled in my palm Still Make me still Just like the winter ocean ..tranquil.. Cry Don’t make me cry Like that smoldering rain Drizzling from red sky Light Show me some light It’s getting dark and i’m...

Just Got inspired – Fun Foto Challenge

Just got inspired by Cee's Fun Foto Challenge -Pick a topic from this photo And I felt like sharing my own favourite picture of trees. Captured it in Salalah, Oman. I won't spoil this with words 🙂 ... .. I’m giving away Ebook of Swinging Sanity on amazon, Today and Tomorrow. Don't forget to claim...

Rains of time #writephoto

I love black. I love blue. I love grey. I love when light turns every vibrant structure into a shadow and sends the whole scene into monochrome It’s not darkness of my mind. It's not sadness of my heart. It’s the simplicity that my eyes crave. My eyes wants to see the worlds stripped of colors....

My tranquility, my light #writephoto

And then popped your image Between hundreds of pictures Your light brown side parted hair Partially draping your visage Falling on your shoulder Like a stream of gold Cascading down In perfect harmony And that smile When you are not really smiling And you are trying not to They say I got that from you...

Snow globe in my mind – #writephoto

I never felt a snow flake melting on my hand Never saw thousands of them falling from the sky Never saw the world turn foggy and white Never walked on land looking like one giant frozen cloud Never felt that stabbing chill of the wind But some part of my mind is a small snow...

Metamorphosis kind of a change..

I had been walking for a long time. I am sure my footsteps at the beginning of the journey must have been swept away by now, even if they were in wet soil. i was walking past the regrets and resentments. The sole of my shoes had lost texture and flattened thin. I was lumbering...

If Silence Was A Person #writephoto #OctPoWriMo 2018 Day-13

I wish silence was a person It had voice And a language I would shun my own And adopt hers I would renounce my all To talk to her once I would ask her Why did she grip me Grip me so hard That it turned me white Bloodless Curled and closed my tongue And...

The disregarded tragedy #writephoto

Dare to put that haunting question "where did I go wrong?" through the prism of truth and it will spread its wings right before your eyes like it had been caged by your reluctance so far. Like it was dying to speak to  you when you have been stifling its helpless cries for attention. We...