As Time Flies

“Mamma is Santa visiting us this year?” asked little Rosy. “Maybe”, answered her mother while she was busy sewing the red cloth. All this while Rosy sat there dreaming about the ‘man in red’ who visited every child in the world except her, the reindeers who could light up her home, only if they paid her a short visit, about the gifts that she had so longed for since he left a void in their lives.

A walk to remember Chirping birds, Burbling stream, Rustling leaves, Exist but in a dream. Roaring excavators, Pounding hammers, Clanking metal, I hear. Longing to hear – The swish of breeze, Music of dancing trees, The gong of a temple from far Spare me- Please, no more of the fancy cars. Searching for the giggles while Children play, Gadgets or gizmos have taken The childhood away. Lost is the voice of a friend, Tapping the QWERTY - The new music in trend. All is lost in the noise, So, I hear no sounds If there was a choice I’d rather rebound.

Source The mystery unfolds, Camera rolls. Life takes the cue, Enacts the scenes- Makes me weep, Makes me smile, Trips me over, Helps me cross the mile. Speculations put the brake, Existence on the stake. Then I realize Life is fun While on the ‘go’ The pleasure is not in existence It’s hidden in - What you don’t know. Source Aug 2nd:  What you don’t know

Peonies, William Merritt Chase, 1897 Completely aware of what the   contents   in her bag could lead to she sat with poise at the corner of his fully packed visitors’ room; it could backfire and end as another   amusing   affair for the public. “Both their lives were about to undergo a drastic change, but then he deserved it after what he had done to her mother years ago; money was not everything though they had enough provided by him but what about identity,” She thought. As she sat, looking at the peonies, the fallen petals caught her attention, they no longer belonged to the bouquet that they adorned once and the ripples in that water stirred the essence of the lake but then it added a charm to its otherwise stagnant existence.  As she sat deeply engrossed in her own world, the secretary informed her that her master was ready to meet her, bringing her back to reality.  As if woken from a deep sleep she excused herself to use the w...

It started with a pound. She thought  She heard a sound It was cling Followed by a clang It had fallen on the ground. courtesy -  clipartguide