Pleasure

Sweet appeal, but limited life, through sight, touch or smell. The real feeling. The only one that counts, lives behind closed eyes, that don’t tell.   Its a pleasure, to know you are loved, to know someone cares. It has a life of its own. And then, you are never alone. Alka Sharma All rights…

Clouds

The drama queen of the sky, a vision in grey and white. Sometimes with hues of blue and black, you are broody and moody, but mostly bright. You playfully enter the scene. you flirt with the sky and the light. Play hide and seek with the sun, and sometimes with the stray kite. You carry hope…

Tourist

  I come with a wish. To see you for the first time. To enjoy the experience. Like a syllable in a rhyme. To make refreshing memories. Like sweet water and sour lime. To take back a story. Like the song of the window -chime. In response to the prompt Tourist Alka Sharma https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tourist/ All rights reserved

The first time. Not the last.

It was the first time. And it wouldn’t be the last. Failure. Loss. Regret. They ganged up together. I was aghast. I knew it was in the works. I had seen it in the cast. It took one word to regain myself – Hope. I raised its flag on the mast. ‘I will welcome you…