Cold cut through her skin,
seeped into her bones,
and clutched her shivering heart
as its icy grip spread
all over her body.
Stacked logs on the fireplace
could not warm her frosty breath
and heavy blankets failed
to comfort her chilled body.
Then it happened.
A tiny feeble hand
touched her heart
and blood gushed
into her body, filling
her with maternal warmth.
Her cold ears melted
in the soft babble
of cooing noises.
Her eyes trembled open
to soak in the warmth
of the tiny stranger and
she forced herself up
with outstretched arms.
My short story,
A Chance to Live, has been published in the Literary Yard. Do click the link below to read the story. Thank You!
A Chance to Live
indefinite search for destination unknown
This entry was posted on December 28, 2020, in
Haiku, Nature, Poems, Poetry and tagged Butterfly, Haiku, Nature, poem, Poetry, three line poetry.
The old lady sits in the corner of a
park bench, overlooking her nursing home. She laughs if spoken to, her toothless smile as pure as that of a baby, a testimony to her lost memories.
She does not remember
her husband with whom she shared 40 years of pain nor does she remember her children to whom she gave 30 years of her health. She fails to recall her father who was never there. She has a fleeting memory of a young woman who birthed her, fed and sang to her, cried and laughed with her and has now become a picture in her ancient house, never growing old.
The old lady sobs softly
disturbed by vague thoughts of her mother, alarming her caregivers. Then she is back to senile laughing self as those around her sigh in relief.
The west wind howls in the woods, uprooting plants, tossing their nuts, and bending powerful trees. The branches nod to the teasing wind as nesting songbirds hold tight until the wind sails away.
The west wind now pauses by the pink splendor of the woods. Mesmerized, it calms into a breeze and crawls over each stem.
As the pink flowers dance in delight, the breeze finds its way to a corner, resting on an undiscovered flower. The breeze melts into the flower, enchanted by its texture and fragrance.
west wind halts
to trace each pattern
in a pecan leaf
This entry was posted on December 4, 2020, in
Haibun, Haiku, Nature, Poems, Poetry and tagged Haibun, Haiku, Nature, poem, Poetry.
Please find the following link to my haiku published in Spillwords.
This entry was posted on November 27, 2020, in
Haiku, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Poems, Poetry and tagged Drought, Haiku, poem, Poetry.
My short story,
Stay Away from Home, has been published in The World of Myth Magazine. It falls in the dystopia/science fiction category. Do please click the link below and go to the stories to read it.
Stay Away from Home
I tried to move my ravaged limbs
when I heard arms and legs
in the next ward.
I rasped, trying to breathe
as incoherent screams
from the neighborhood
gave voice to my pain.
Silence found me, at last,
and I was wrapped, but
my soul wandered,
half-desolate and half-ecstatic.
Then I opened
my new eyes
to see a vague form
as motherly cooing
caressed my ears.
This entry was posted on November 19, 2020, in
Baby, Poem, Poetry, Poems, Poetry and tagged Baby, Birth, life, Life Cycle, poem, Poetry.
I walk close to the tangled barks
and buzzing noise
where creatures of the dark
watch me unseen.
Fear battling with persistence,
I tread into the darkness.
Branches block my vision
and stones prick my feet.
but walk on
when a gust of breeze
sweeps over me.
I look up to see a paradise
of flowers. The buzzing noises are
that of Red Admirals,
hovering around undiscovered flowers.
The tangled barks spread to huge branches
that offer shelter to millions
of tiny creatures, crawling and flying.
Did I fear the darkness?
Doesn’t the dark ultimately
make way for light?
The light of never-ending life,
promise and vigor.