I first bumped into this weekly Haiku Challenge on Felicity’s blog. 

I found the concept quite interesting and since I’ve lazing about in my comfort zone for far too long, I decided to jump right into deep end ! Here’s my attempt at the Haiku (hopefully it classifies as a Haiku): the prompt words are foul and sweet.


Angelic sweet love,

Only she possesses extreme,

Hell’s foul wrath when scorned.


In response to Weekly Haiku Challenge 37 from Ronovan Writes.


Place I want to be

My heart seeks that place,

where the mind finds solace;

the soul is freed,

of the chains – unbodied;

liberated from the judging scorn,

a new creature born;

where wings can fly,

without thoughts wry;

the land where I can be me,

that is the place where I want to be!

In response to 

Daily prompt: Places

Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?


Suddenly a gleaming ray of light, bouncing off from inside the dull bookshelf greyed under decades of dust caught my eye, the shine beckoning me from the depths of eternity pulling me closer.

My curiosity escalated, shivers ran down my spine as I moved through the ancient rubble amidst the swelling cloud of dust and uncovered an aged black leather bound book with a beautifully intricate, mind-numbing spidery gold design, clasped shut with an antique brass lock, titled in calligraphic letters – ‘ The forgotten history of the world.’

Forever enticed by the fatal attraction for the mysterious realms, I walked back to the shopkeeper and hastily, albeit with mixed emotions parted with a hefty portion of my meagre pocket money making the object of my new found excitement all mine!

With shaking hands I took the key, walked out of the antique bookshop into a sunny afternoon and promptly found a safe haven under the cooling shadow of a tree in a deserted park to unravel the secrets of the globe.

As my unsteady hands unlocked the book and frantically broke open the clasp, releasing its contents to the world, I was dumbfounded to find series after series of empty pages- all blank, forgotten!

In response to :

Five Sentence Fiction – Forgotten

This week’s word: FORGOTTEN


For creatures which start off their young lives as wormy looking caterpillars just to morph into creatures that smell with their antennae and taste with their feet, butterflies sure do make a pretty sight !! Nature never ceases to amaze!


Turns out, butterflies can see the colours red, yellow and green, wonder how’d they see their fellow butterflies below!!

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Talk about fancy solar panels (their wings), butterflies have a rainbow of options to choose from!

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It would be great if anyone knows the name of these !!



“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet
“You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh”
― A.A. Milne

In response to

I Want to Know What Love Is

We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?