Limerence

via Daily Prompt: Impression As her fingers glided on my skin, a pleasured sin I could sense the impression of our ebbing lust And all we could do is hold on to our vices and broken trust

Nudiustertian

As our dreams burn in moribund embers A polaroid ambience, our flame evanescent  I incessantly whelm in my memories, so vibrant and iridescent.

Anecdote of Gray

via Daily Prompt: Catapult It was autumnal equinox. I embused the bus heading to Shimla. It was a sweet ride, the chesterfields were well cushioned, there was a small knob on either side to calibrate the dogleg of the pew. On enumerating, I discovered there were nearly a dozen of echelon and each row faced…

Glory of a virtual award

“Able to adapt or to be adapted to many different functions or activities” Well, I don’t know honestly if I do come under those tags, but certainly here I am today in wait for my one month completion of my WordPress journey on 27th of May and I have racked up nominations in 2 awards…

Trance

via Daily Prompt: Adrift We were adrift, floating in the macrocosm When the astral collided in the empyrean, a glitzing sight I was blinded, I could never again see your light. 

Burked

“We were born as gifts to live as prisoners We were defeated but we never surrendered” I don’t reminisce the last time I espied the aubade in the titanic empyrean. I’ve been a prisoner here since a protracted and chronic epoch. These vacuous ramparts within which my censored caterwauls reverberate exigenting clemency and freedom from…

Upheaval

“Transition is like autumn” It was a clarion ante meridiem, the azure was naked displaying its turquoise tint skin unabashedly, ether and august in its own terms. The July sol was lashing out on the concrete under me. I was revising through the nitty-gritty about the neoteric and transient locus I was going to enter still scrupling…

Mortgaging Chimera for Reality and Verity

December 20, 2016 The medicinal redolence engulfed the deserted hallway swathed with the parroting echos of unheard snivels and screams derived from the druthers(urge) to be set manumit from the shackles of throe. I was lotus on the copper frame pew, taking a gander at the jalousie infused in the hem(wall) opposite to me. The cubbyhole(room)…

Awesome Blogger Word

Wohoo! Fistpump. Drumrolls. Okay I am so exaggerating it now. It’s been two months since I started this new venture called “Blogging”, just in a mission to be like the cool kids (I am kinda retro). Back then, all of this seemed so alien to me, but with the wonderful and warm reception I was…

Cross Border Romance

The Burg was deluged with heavy downpour. Showers in a void day always induced grey cerebrations in me. I was lotus(sitting) against the window. The raindrops flowing in a slow stream against the sill of the window. My musings was interrupted by the echo of the doorbell across the empty hallway.  “Finally! It must be..”,…

Tea at the Pub

“What a gruesome dawn to dark! Sometimes I really get the feeling of just quitting it all but ..” The sol was slowly, racing against the sand in the hourglass, taking refuge behind the statuesque broadcast tower in the west. The belfry sky-high and majestic tearing through the clouds, a state of the art landmark…

Of Shadows and Xenodochy

“Amongst the shadows of we tellurians, dwell the shades of snollygosters and hues of superbious faces clinging to the society as parasites to a host,pretty transparent,  yet we are the deluded by trust and victimized by betrayal, an infinite circle of family and foes” “Are you Xenodochial?” asked the pyknic man sitting right next to…