Thick smoke covered the cracked roads, that once upon a time saw thousands of footsteps. Today the wailing sound of sirens, and eerie silence, in random patterns, deafened the millions of voices and the sounds of laughter. As you walked down this barren landing, sweating inside your protective suit, difficult to breathe, you saw from … Continue reading Tiny Tale #04 – Where are you?!
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Multiple Heartbreaks!
In time I have come to know, That life is a roller coaster, Crawling away from body blows, You know you'll never be the master! Black roses are sweet for sure, The love your shown is always fake, In hatred and darkness you'll live forever, That's the consequence of Multiple heartbreaks! Wake up in a … Continue reading Multiple Heartbreaks!
Tiny Tale #02 – The last goodbye!
Looking at the old photo postcard in her hand, she went back to that sad day. Teary-eyed She had opened the door to see two Navy officers standing with a rusty metal trunk. She moved out of the way, and the men walked in. Carefully they placed the trunk in the middle of the living … Continue reading Tiny Tale #02 – The last goodbye!
Tiny Tale #01 – Mirage
Each step he took was heavy, painful. The gash on his thigh looked like it was infested. He had a feeling that these were his last steps. Nobody to cry for him. He cursed the Gods for letting him be the only survivor. Eventually, his knees gave way. He fell on the ground. It was … Continue reading Tiny Tale #01 – Mirage
Four fast years!
The day I saw your eyes changed my life forever I tied a sacred knot and we became one, together! The journey to the north the nights by the river the days went by so fast and the nights lasted forever! Even with miles between us Even sometimes estranged, the beautiful souls and hearts unchanged … Continue reading Four fast years!
A Fathers Word
Those little hands, Those fragile feet, Nothing he understands, So little, so sweet!Oh! So innocent! No impurity has touched, A smile so magnificent, My finger, he clutched! Was there something he wanted to say? He beat his tiny hands and legs, Did he want to start to play? Was he ready to make some friends? … Continue reading A Fathers Word