Tomorrow ~ a quadrille

Tomorrow lies unspelled
strewn carelessly
across possibility
for caprice to rest
on numbered blacks and whites
of the roulette wheel
spinning in glee
to the music of tonight
as you cast a glance
at my open soul
paying a toll
for half a chance









Mindfills for dVerse quadrille – spell – hosted by Sanaa.

Truth ~ prosery

Truth is Janus faced. Silence is turbulent. The last innocent memory is psychoanalysed as the root of all sadness. Hope hides in endings, never letting go. Never moving on. Winter heals. You change your story everytime you tell it. You change yourself as you tell it. You can manifest anything. It’s also all your fault. If you fail, you don’t get to try again. Or again. These are things they don’t tell us.

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Mindfills for ~ These are things they don’t tell usdVerse’s Prosery, Sadje wdys,

Scented breeze ~ a Haibun

The afternoon sun scorches fiery yellow on clear glass windows. From inside my air conditioned office, wearing a   grey suit, ready for a Zoom call from  Switzerland, I stare at a screen that seems incongruous today, and wait for the host to let me in .

This is mango season. Fruit vendors outside have the best Alphonso mangoes nestled in a bed of real straw. I picture myself later this evening, out of my grey suit, into my Indian cottons, bare feet, sitting with my family, going through each mango with bare hands, juice dripping down my wrists, tasting the best of one more summer.


scented breeze recalls
~a never again childhood
running off barefoot



D’verse – Haibun monday , hosted by Frank Tassone GoDog go cafe Tuesday writing prompt – never again, Kigo words – scented breeze, bare feet