Travel the world, Be your own muse. World can be a cruel place, Lets put it to some use. Find the rhythm, In day to day rush. How about we put, Those unnecessary voices to hush. Focus on the silence, Find the nature's acoustic. Like even at low tides, Ocean feels therapeutic. Lost in our efforts, We even struggle to strive. Buried under simulated burdens, We forget to thrive. Take a look, There's so much to life. Turn around and see once, Beautiful nature's rife. Go ahead, Experience and nurture. I'll wait for you on the other side, While I create my own culture.
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
Just Another Blog
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
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