Will you shave, will you shave? I yearn to see your handsome face; the mirror of your mind and the soul of your thoughts. Your chiseled face, so suave and smooth; the jaw, the bones, the lines and those soft, sensitive lips! To touch those velvety planes and feel those silky angles; …
Jaws of death, gripped so well; like an embrace of the most loving kind. It was warm, strong & enveloped me completely. Why jaws; they were arms. A perfect grip! Why death; it was a result. A perfect finish! Why death; I welcomed the release, it was providence – destiny. Written for the From 15 …
She was so sure her mudras were perfect, her arches just right and the toes pointed perfectly. She had moved from another city to be here with the great dancer and teacher Mrignaini Subalaxmi to hone her craft and to return home as the toast of the town, celebrated, felicitated and famous. Here she …
“She flaunted her assets like a proud peacock and ‘happiness’ invaded her every pore. As the other women stared at her bikini clad gorgeousness she cared only for his eyes’ appreciative glance as he was mesmerised ‘on the beach’ as stood in his striped shorts. Love ignited on water!” Written for the From 15 to …
The personal diary lay open, pages fluttering in the wind. She was tempted to take but just a peek inside. How was he, the ever so meticulous one not here? She stood afraid, by the door, ajar and so inviting; It was his personal space and she had no reason; It was his safe haven …
“Cubistic Embrace,” Pastel by Ric Hall and Ron Schmitt, Courtesy B2 Fine Art Gallery The vice-like grip & sweat stuck to her as he hugged her tightly. She took a breath & inhaled the smell, it felt putrid & nauseous. As she pushed him away, she felt his blow but they were “three in a …
Friends have a reunion; we just crossed each other’s path like trains across tracks; close enough to engage but far enough to not cause discomfort. Making endless plans for years and hiding behind the social network. At long last I relented; meeting her at the park. Like the first time. Linking it to the following two Prompts …
A short story titled as Nails and Nests is about the perseverance of nature and the small birds – pigeons. How they build their nest in the oddest of places. Even with the threats of iron nails, they decided to build their nest and thrive. Nails Abound But Our Nests Survive. The pigeon fluttered his …