Today’s Tiny Tale: True Romance

Fate, fluke, fraud was what everyone called it. "But for me, it was more," said she. "It was my true romance," said she unregretfully.

Today’s Tiny Tale: Festive Spirit

"It's Corona time. How can one possibly have the festive spirit?" Daddy said. "It's Christmas' Advent time. We are still alive together. That's enough to have the festive spirit. Cheers!" said Mommy.

Go, Be a Fool

Enough with the smartness. Enough with rightness. Go, be a fool once in a while. Go, live freely for sometime. You think too much. You do way much more. But has it all always borne fruit? But has it all made you happy? A machine was made for a reason. A person obviously not for [...]

Remember Me

Don't remember me For the mistakes I make. For those in the past Are certainly not going to be my last. Remember me For how I make amends. Every now and then, Even when I leave you wondering when. Don't remember me For what I say. For I may not have said As much as [...]

Stop

In this moment, For just a moment, Stop. The rush is a wave That will carry us Wherever it wants. The urgency is a tyrant Who will have his way Whenever he wants. The heart is a thief Who has never learnt To hear or heed. Still, in this moment, If for just a moment, [...]

Today’s Tiny Tale: Chasing Time

When she was with him, he didn't care. When she flew by, he started madly chasing her. He could be anyone. She was Time.

Footsteps in the Sand

On the beach, As we run freely, Or walk with worry, It doesn't really matter. For all we leave are Footsteps in the sand. We may look at the water With relief washing over us, Or fear of the unknown. It doesn't really matter. For all we leave are Footsteps in the sand. We can [...]

One Month Before My Birthday

When I was a kid, One month before my birthday, I used to be very excited About the gifts, dress and celebration. When I was a teen, One month before my birthday, I used to be very hopeful About friends, family and dreams. When I was in my early twenties, One month before my birthday, [...]

This Moment

It's this moment That actually counts. Not the one before, Not the one after. Only this to something amounts. We only get a glimpse To keep in memory's store. Just one chance To live it Or keep wanting for more. So stop looking Hither and thither. For before you know It will be gone. It [...]