A NEW THREE SIXTY HAS BEGUN


May your horizons know no limits

Your heights no peak

May your depths lead to refreshing fountains of wisdom

Your rear dim by the day with all its misgivings

This

And so much more

 Be so true of you

At this auspicious threshold

Of the new three sixty

And beyond

~

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TRIBUTARIES


Like the maneuver of the eagle in the sky

Slither of the snake on a rock

Ship’s course on high seas

Like the mystery of a man

And his maiden

Nile speeding past

Urgent summons in heed

The tributaries stretch and wind

From source to source

Ultimate destination Continue reading “TRIBUTARIES”

AUSPICIOUS


Continued from last week’s ONE MOMENT IN TIME

“Right where they are now…wait a minute!” Came a gentle whisper as he lowered his hand, eyes fixed on the couple. He was peculiarly zeroing in on the lady’s arms. His counterpart had a fair understanding of the shades of moments and their accompanying significance. This one was not impotent.

The Patriot’s eyes were suddenly overflowing with life as the peasant duet came closer. He stood petrified, in a fixed gaze, as his counterpart looked on, mouth wide open, hands stuck to her chest. He reached out for the bundle of joy handed over to him in what depicted a flawlessly rehearsed script. Continue reading “AUSPICIOUS”

STRIPPED


My name is Macho. I will fearlessly tell of the moment that forever altered the course of my life. Let’s just say I belonged in relegation, somewhere in the shades of insignificance. Literary. And in every respect. That pretty much for the better part of my life. This was of course enough to have perfectly configured me to be synonymous with defeat. Continue reading “STRIPPED”

SOUND OF THE WIND


“…It blows as it pleases, you hear its sound but cannot tell where it comes from or where it’s going…like the Sound of the Wind.”

The Patriot hurriedly rose to his feet and rubbed his eyes vigorously like one in a daze. He quickly glanced at his side reaching out for his javelin stuck on to the ground then strode forth in what was reminiscent of a-tiptoe to collect his shoes. His heart was racing as he bent to fasten the straps on, his eyes warily darting to the left and right simultaneously! Continue reading “SOUND OF THE WIND”

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