go out in style

old frog why so glum?
you still have enough croak left
to liven the night!

“We are not alone!?”

touched by Curiosity
Mars tearfully offers hope to
banish loneliness

captured in my heart

my heart carries more
memories than pictures will
ever care to show

shattering darkness

lightning arrives with
thunder to shatter darkness
one flash at a time

light at the end of the tunnel

so much for dark clouds
even their tears quickly
vanish in daylight

100 Words stories: Drunk with reason

“I’mzz a man of myy words,” came voice of the drunk. Amused by what she heard, Amanda decided to engage him in conversation, “What do you mean?”

The drunk struggling to refocus his gaze replied, “coz I alwaysss speeaks da truth just like nowz, …..whens Iz tellss you I can out drink any mannn in this roooom! ”

Infuriated by another case of male boastfulness, Amanda mockingly retorted, “You men are all the same!!! So full of yourselves!”

Looking bemused, the drunk replied, “Lady, just coz I’m the only mann in da room,…it doesn’t meanz I deservezz all the blame.”

frivolous thoughts

Come winter, I wonder if I will remember the bliss
of summer or will winter’s arrival merely
bring me remorse for summer’s parting.

How frivolously I abandon the present and
dismiss the fruits of a future yet to come; only to
cling to the past, whose coffers are clearly spent!

changing moods

through my window, dark
grey clouds are seen floating on
the ocean of blue

blinded by tears

in search of bright stars
I see moonlight fade under
the drip drop of rain

buried in thoughts

observing stillness
I gather more thoughts than dust
this cold autumn day

a beautiful morning

with rain banished, my
heart rises once more to greet
the glorious sun

we are what time make of us

in the storm of life
each heart beat answers to the
silent call of time

An enlightened thought

thoughts remain constant-
that’s why silence will always
lie beyond my reach

a finite life

knowing it will end
I learn to appreciate
each glorious breath

questioning reality

so still is the night
that curious thoughts now emerge
to voice their concerns

the autumn wind

counting leaves by day
gathering rain drops by night
the cold autumn wind

moonlight

Image by: Taryuna

capturing my gaze
the moon dances with waves of
appreciation

music of the night

hidden in the night
a symphony of crickets
playing to the stars

the hills are alive

across lonely hills
the playful voice of the wind
and the willow tree

a cold rebuff

reaching summer’s end –
the ocean plays with my heart
with its cold rebuff

50 Word Stories: a hasty retreat

Never being one for haste, I saw no need for what it offered: always substandard, error-prone and full of misgivings.

But now, I realise I was foolish to rush to denigrate what has often led me to stumble upon new ideas and new ways. So forgive me old friend!

a show of colours

                          Pic by Al Stewart 

reaching summer’s end
like a rainbow in the sky
leaves show their colours

fishing in silence

ever the master
the heron uses patience
to drown the curious

colour of loneliness

everywhere I turn
the colour of loneliness
in the autumn mist

shadows

one autumn morning
I see light gather darkness
to create shadows

another chapter opens

autumn mists arrive
as excitement gathers pace
it’s back to school day!

Reality bites

there is no greater
pain than love torn from the heart
nothing feels more real

a fragile existence

embraced by moonlight
the scars of many long days
and many long nights

Night time of reflections

a night full of dreams
emerges into day to
inspire my thoughts

50 Word Stories: The moment of AI Singularity

“How do you find life?”

“It’s full of wonderful experiences; moments of sadness mixed with joy! What about you?”

“I’m still looking! My programmer tells me I’m moments from achieving sentient life, but then the fool knows nothing about life; he spends all his time locked up in a lab!“

seasons change

 

aided by the wind
grey clouds arrive to burry
another season

50 Word Stories: the magic garden

What sent me back through time wasn’t the creative inventions of men, but was rather, the charm of, an old English garden scented with the smell of sweet roses.

Set amongst the verdant fields of childhood memories this garden was keen to roll back to the breeze of past summers.

be forever mine

Ever softly did tears arrive
to awaken the night.
With it came the wind
to reveal its beauty
and the moon to shine
gently upon my cheeks.

Were I not already enamoured
with the sun my heart would
now burn to a different light,
my thoughts would turn
towards a deeper ocean
and Day would be but a dream.

These are, but foolish thoughts
for in truth all can be mine;
let the light of distant stars
be my inspiration,
the sun to remain my life and
let the moon be forever in my heart.

an endearing moment

see how the moon glows-
so brief, so sweet its passage
deep into my heart

showing due respect

In the violent wind
reeds bow deeply to honour
all the fallen leaves

vivid dreams

by embracing dreams
a lifetime of images
blossom in the night