Echoes Of The Yore

Barking
Sans symphony
Coarse, a frosty echo
Silent leaves of crackling chaos.
Whispers.

Unbound

In a world where most rules tie you down, where all actions are dictated by society and where going against the system is considered “unconventional”, how do you leave your mark?

The Murder Of The Priest: Part 3

This is the third part of a story that I wrote in response to this prompt: You wake up in a jail cell, crusted blood covering your hands. You have no idea how you got there. The cell door clangs open, and an officer walks you to an interrogation room where two detectives wait to…

Embark On A Journey

Today I embark on a journey Sunlight bounces off leaves The road forks not once but twice Under the umbra of changing trees. In the midst of change,  A tranquil pond invites me I’m unsure and overwhelmed Yet there is no place I’d rather be. Ripples spread the gift of hope Pumping adrenaline through my…

Shielded With Normalcy

Lilacs showered upon me A love I didn’t appreciate Sunlight bouncing off windows Hurt to be neglected Now, taunt my very being An animal caged in the zoo Mocked by wandering birds But in this desperate boredom, I’m learning to find Symphony in their chirps. Walls are crashing down That shielded me with normalcy In…

The Murder Of The Priest: Part 2

You wake up in a jail cell, crusted blood covering your hands. You have no idea how you got there. The cell door clangs open, and an officer walks you to an interrogation room where two detectives wait to question you.

The Murder Of The Priest

My eyelids flutter open. I immediately shut them again because of the blinding sunlight. Where am I? I slowly open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I lie on the damp floor of a dark and quiet room. The only source of light is a small barred window above me through which the blazing…

Smile

“Mommy, I feel sleepy!” I watch a little girl wrap her chubby arms around her mother’s waist. It’s late at night and everyone is going home except me. The little girl buries her face in her mother’s stomach. She turns her face to the side, looking at me. I smile at her. But my wrinkly…

I stood

I stood, In the midst of chaos, Cracking my head Burning my musings Lashing out Waves pounced at my thoughts, Attacked. I stood unhurt, On the isle of loneliness, Dancing To words of silent dreams To rhythm of pain, Not defeat. I stood, stirred. Hey! I know I’ve been gone for like two months or…