When the mind sways, And when the same feelings this heart portrays, And when pot is also not left with enough ink, so when the quill says, Words on the parchment feel like a cheap fabric that frays. So many lines fumbled, So many feelings got crumbled, Like someone feels when they get ghosted, Those letters, in the drawer, always remained unposted. PS: Most of my posts are late night musings. Either way, the letter posted or not, the things I write reach this online platform or not, it feels good to scribble down random words once in a while.
A nice 55 fiction. But styles aside I would like you to write a long one, maybe we can call it Fiction - 555 :)
ReplyDeleteWill definitely try to come-up with something...thanks Mr. Sharma... :)
DeleteLess words but powerful message conveyed - something I could relate with...Good one!
ReplyDeletethanks dear... :)
DeleteThat's sad...
ReplyDeleteNice attempt on F:55 :)
very sad...tough to relate it with the life of those who have faced it...thanks Simran... :)
Deletenice read!..:)
ReplyDeletethanks Sahi... :)
DeleteGood attempt at 55fiction. This is my first visit to your blog, have you also tried flash fiction?
ReplyDeleteBhavya
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thanks Bhav...
DeleteNo...not yet... ;)
Nice one
ReplyDeletethanks magiceye... :)
DeleteNice fiction. Like it
ReplyDeleteThanks Easwar... :)
DeleteOh! So sad but you write 55 wonderfully :)
ReplyDeletethanku so much Saru
DeleteI second with Saru here.You nailed the 55.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad...thanks a lot dear... :)
DeleteThat is one devastating news I never want to hear. You have beautifully brought it out bro.
ReplyDeleteNo one would...thanks buddy...
DeleteAhh!! That's heartbreaking!
ReplyDeleteindeed
DeleteThe pain of waiting for someone and in having to accept that they won't be back. Really painful.
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