Welcoming Hope

Wish you all a very joyous new year. 🙂

welcominghope

 

The thunderous blast from the past, engulfing me,
Pulling me towards their shore a little more.
Hands that were held tight, going a bit loose,
And the hopes dimming, tying a noose.
The moment that shone was the sign that I craved for,
Waking up to an experience, was what my way were paved for.
Now the lights are turned on, where the bliss is
And culminating it, is my key.
I reach out to the light with all my might,
Diving to the unbeknownst realms,
Into the abyss.

MicroTale #22 : Melancholy

Collection: Melancholy

MT#22_

 

She believed in Santa Claus.
He didn’t.
.
.
.
Next morning when the 4-year old jumping in joy holding the new dollhouse, her father thought ‘I can get the tests done next month, when I get the bonus.’

 

 

MicroTale #21 : Melancholy

Collection: Melancholy

MT#21

 

Hundreds of voices sang the birthday song.
“Happy Birthday Rohan” was written on the cake.
. . .
“Your name is too big”, his twin sister was told.

MicroTale #20 : Melancholy

Collection: Melancholy

MT#20

 

One friend blew bubble, while the other blew smoke rings.
. . .
Childhood nostalgia remained an ache in one’s heart, while the other’s heart never stopped aching.