Unreal

Years later, she was cleaning her store-room. She found many old things and their fond memories. But, she had obliterated one incident of her life in order to move on. Her grandmother's death.

But those pair of socks....

Those pair of socks knitted by her granny. She suddenly desisted her cleaning task and sat quietly crying. She cried for her granny, for her love, for her touch. Granny had been her father, mother and all the power the world could give her. But, today she is just a memory, somewhere in her mind. Like those letters etched on wet seashore sands, soon to be gone by the perpetual rise and fall of waves. So unreal.

So unreal...

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 243

Hope

When going gets tough
And you want to quit the fight
Hope keeps you upbeat.

Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt "hope"

Festival of lights

The only light released
The burning desire to triumph
Over blank darkness

Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt "release"

Gone

 

photo by Tom Chambers

She ran and ran away. From her past, from the trauma of her childhood, from everyone who caused it and from the place that reminded of it. She had always been running, finding nowhere to run. She always had a feeling that Gods laughed every time she wanted to run away. And this time the feeling chased her till the boundary. She gave a last glance towards her past and soon she was gone. Finally, the Gods had granted her a relieving escape.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 240

Sky

For her achievements
Sky was the limit she thought
And dreamt of future

Only to be left
With a mediocre life
And her dreams undone

Written for Haiku Horizons: prompt "sky"