Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.
IMAGES daily prompt: Doubt In the labyrinth; down the memory lane, a tripper reflects images- sweet, sour, salty; bad, bitter, bright. Faces, known-unknown enter exit
Daily Post: Renewal I was flying. It was not like the way birds fly. There were no wings involved. It was more like leaping in
Daily Prompt: Construct It was raining heavily that morning. After a series of hot and stifling days, the rain showers finally drenched the earth. It certainly brought
Daily Prompt: Faded Mothers and Daughters The colour of her eyes had changed. Faded from deep black to hollow grey. The hair too were silver
Prelude To do or not to do? To act or not to act? To speak or not to speak? To protest or not to protest?