Writer’s Nightmare

What is the trick to get it nice and flowy? Like a light drizzle of golden honey melting on a crisp warm toast. Is it a dirty limerick, a sad elegy, or a satirical prose, which can garner the much-desired attention from the young ‘n’ old folks? Huh, the never-ending doubts that trouble a writer’s… Continue reading Writer’s Nightmare

Until, the next time

Grief comes in waves, Or so I have been told, It engulfs and drowns you like a rough bulging sea in high tide Pushes…drags and carries whatever comes its way to its deep dark mournful confines But, as the earth and moon changes position again And, the currents inside one’s heart subside Everything goes back… Continue reading Until, the next time