The Gift

Words flowed onto the screen, not paper. She used keys instead of a pen. The backspace key became her eraser. Her graceful, wrinkled fingers traced the smooth edges of the new laptop he'd just bought for her. He looked quizzically at her as her lips broke into a faint smile at the sight of her most cherished gift - the golden cross-pen he'd gifted her decades ago; it still adorned her bedside table and ruled her heart.

Love for serenity

The floor beneath her feet shook violently. Hurled stormily to one corner, she tried to get on her feet in vain. The cutlery from the shelf came crashing down and missed her forehead by a hair's breadth. She barely managed to crawl to the edge of the staircase, quickly making a dash for the exit. Once outside, the gravity of the situation sunk in - a giant wave, a surefire killer, was rapidly pacing towards her boat. She wondered how come she'd always been in love with the sea for its serenity...

Take me there…

The string broke, the beads fell apart
Is this the beginning of the end,
Or is it a fresh start?
Is life about the entirety,
Or merely a sum of all parts?
So many unanswered questions
That haunt the mind and heart.
Oh take me where the peace belongs,
Where doubts are weak and love is strong.
Take me where the warmth of the sun
Lights up hearts both old and young.
Take me where I’d like to stay
To be myself, to laugh and play,
Oh take me far away away…
Take me where I’d like to stay.