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Following the West Wind
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
Haiku Published in Spillwords
A Promise of Life
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.
I stumble,
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.
White Leaves
All the trees in my country
have white barks that
give birth to white leaves.
Some stems have no offspring
while others have mutilated leaves.
I have a disfigured face and my
grown friend needs help dressing up.
All of us fear toy guns, water guns
and any signs of violence.
Yet I have seen videos
of your world 1000 years ago.
A beautiful world with green leaves
and healthy children.
I shudder at the anger and violence in your eyes.
We are now reaping your thirst for blood
and your experiment with nuclear war.
See for yourself.
All the trees in my country
have lifeless white barks
that mourn
the loss of humanity.
Early Blossom
Prodded by tiny leaves
and seduced by eager bees
buds blossom well in advance
of spring, illuminating dull leaves
and somber trees
Unlikely Friends
drenched dove
hides inside thick branches
to find a friend in the eagle
Spark of Fire
I am the spark of fire
born from animosity.
I do not rue my birth
but transform into
a spark of hope
as I implant myself in
every child
who crosses my path.
I will burn in them
as a light of hope
and humanity,
till they pass me to others.
I will stay alight
with faith and joy
till the end of the world.
Hope
I stare at the ceiling, wondering if it is 1 or 2 PM. At the corner of the table is a kerosene lantern, not used for many years. I light it and walk into the night. The creatures of the night hush at the sound of footsteps, but the persistent buzz of a bee holds my attention. The bee hovers around a wild plant; an orange bud. The bud sleeps on, unheeding the bee’s buzz and noise. But, the bee does not give up. It sits on the leaves and bends towards the bud, shaking it. Suddenly, there is a loud hiss. It is not the bee, but the flower. It opens up to reveal a yellow inner part, further illuminated by the lamp. The bee moves home and rekindles in my heart the hope to live.
Dawn
orange bud blooms
baby’s first word
My Short Story Published in Terror House Magazine
Hi Friends,
My medieval fantasy story, ‘Closed Minds’ was recently published in the Terror House Magazine. This is my third work published in THM. Thank you, Matt, for featuring my short story. Do please click the link below to read it.
