Reflection in solitude

pic: Ales Krivec

In response to‘s

What 100 words would you give this image?

Caught in the melee of life and the mess her relationship with Nick was, Anna decided to break away from the chaos surrounding her, to reflect on her problems and her feelings for Nick. Packing her bags, she drove to the place where she often went as a child, with her parents. Anna sat by the silvery lake reflecting the calmness of the placid surroundings. Except for the gentle breeze and an occasional chirp of a bird, no sound rang from the glittering horizon. Amidst nature, in solitude, Anna decluttered her thoughts. She rose with a smile ready to head back.

Wc: 101 words




Mercury rising, blazing sun,

scorching heat, sticky clothes

sweat streaming down the brow,

withering trees, parched lakes

silent winds, famished birds

people all indoors!

Pool, ice-creams, juices

all just a temporary respite.

The forlorn eyes scanning the sky

in vain to look for the dark clouds

Oh, rains where are you hiding?

Bless  my land with your touch and

quench the thirsty souls with your nectar!








Haibun – Gift of Now!


I sit with my cup of morning tea, contemplating life that passes by with each tick of the clock.  At times a feeling of guilt creeps into me for not having spent it wisely. As I brood over it, the calendar flutters in the breeze.  Those flying pages appear to be mocking at me as if holding some secret about my future. Trepidation grips me, over what lies ahead in life.  The sweet chirping of the birds shake me out of my stupor. I realise that clinging on to the past or being anxious about the future has stopped me from enjoying my today. Smiling, I finish my tea, revelling in the sweet twitter of the neighbourhood birds!

Ink stains from the past

blur the picture of  future

present holds the  key!


In response to Colleens weekly poetry challenge # 35 – Past & Future


This is my first attempt at writing a Haibun!


Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.


Daily Prompt – Impression


I have a dream!

To soar my wings into the wide blue yonder,

And reach for the stars.

To tread on a path defined by me,

learn, fall  and  grow.

 To swim the ocean of life

against all the currents.

Bestow faith in my abilities,

let my talent make an impression on you,

not my beauty,

 see me emerge victorious.

Let me live my dream!

I am unique, I am special

I am me, a girl!


Ic: Painting by my daughter.

Architectural Marvel!


I can’t help but marvel at the creative talents the architects and sculptors around the world had since ancient times. The intricate carvings, alluring beauty, the exquisite craftsmanship, the fine detailing of these structures is truly mesmerizing. Each building, temple, church, synagogue or monument of the days of yore has a story to tell. The technical know how, wisdom and vision of the workers is awe inspiring. All this was done centuries before the advent of “google” and technology.

Today, we have tall skyscrapers, but they are no match to the aesthetic beauty of those ancient structures. Each part of the world has many appealing monuments to be proud of.  Taj Mahal, The Pyramids of Egypt, The great wall of China, The Colosseum, Angkor Wat and many more all across the globe. I bow down to all those great unknown workers and sculptors who gifted the world such fine works of art, unparalleled till date.

I am sharing with you a few pictures of the opulent Grand Palace in Bangkok, which is a perfect example of the majestic and stunning architecture!


Which architectural marvel of the world has impressed you the most?


Sidlak # 5 – Envy!



success or victory

invokes insecurity

negative emotions come to fore

with a tinge of green envy!

Know Sidlak:

Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer.


%d bloggers like this: