Overwhelming Waves

“The day she slipped beneath the surface for the last time, the river outside our window seemed to swell, mirroring the chasm opening inside me. Overwhelming Waves crashed not on a distant shore, but within the confines of my own chest. Grief wasn’t a single wave; it was the Turbulent river of my dreams, dark and Beckoning me to submerge…”

One Day

David Nicholls, in “One Day,” captured the fleeting nature of connection, the dance of chance encounters that shape a lifetime. But our story, like countless others, defied that narrative. Friendship, the kind forged in shared childhood experiences, wasn’t bound by logic or proximity. It was a messy, beautiful song played on the strings of empathy, vulnerability, and an unspoken promise of “always.”

A Heartfelt Conversation with God

“The dial tone pulsed, a rhythmic heartbeat in the silence of my room. My thumb hovered over the familiar number, the one that usually brought a smile to my face, but tonight, it felt heavy, an echo of the conversation that had just ended. Tears, stinging and unwelcome, traced paths down my cheeks.

With a shaky breath, I dialed. Not her number, though every fiber of my being yearned to. This number felt different, a connection beyond the earthly realm. A connection I rarely dared to utilize.

‘Hello?’ A voice resonated, not in my ears, but within my soul. It was a voice that held the warmth of a thousand suns and the calmness of a moonlit sea.”

Beneath The Guilt

The curtain falls, applause a muted roar,
We leave the theater, the silence asks for more.
Is this the end, or can we rewrite the play?
Reclaim our truths, for a brighter, better day?

Yet, Zoe and Zuba remained locked in their silent dialogue, their hearts echoing the bittersweet beauty of the performance – a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of love, truth, and societal expectations…

A Father’s Grief in Rhyming Verse

His smile, a fleeting shooting star, replaced by chilling rest.
“Lost,” the word hung heavy, cold, a stone upon his chest.
The sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of fading light,
His heart, a shattered mirror, reflecting endless night.

The news, a cruel joke’s punchline, twisted, dark, and mean,
His future, once a playground fair, became a haunted scene.
He paced the room, a restless ghost, memories sharp and bright,
Her touch, a phantom warmth, her smile, a beacon in the night.

The Garden Of The Heart

When night descends, and shadows creep,
In their heart, they find solace deep.
For in the flame’s glow, their loved one’s light,
Banishes darkness, turning to night.

Should tears ever fall, like gentle rain,
Their love will soothe, and ease the pain.
For in the garden of their heart, they’ll find,
A family member, forever enshrined.

The woman knelt before the candle altar, her eyes closed in prayer. With each breath, she felt the warmth of the flames seep into her soul, filling her with a sense of peace and comfort…