Are you warm enough? Make sure you have some broccoli. I saw this in the store and it reminded me of you. You’re welcome. Would you like a back rub? You look tired. Do you want to talk about it. I’m here for you. Count…

Hand in hand we walked Through paved roads By the Gulmohar trees   The wind blew that day From the west  I remember the sunset   No words needed The silence was all we had Serenity, a sense of belonging   And then our time…

Post about love But don’t mention love Make it believable Marketable Make the reader swoon A soft touch on an outstretched hand A gentle kiss on unprepared lips A bouquet of flowers A first date Talk about love Just don’t use the word You can…

Heated passion, joy to share Devout respect, mutual care Sweet affection, happy times Get together, hear the chimes Of a yearning bell, full of desire Fondness, yearning, warmth of fire. Adulation that slowly grows Infatuation in time it shows. Appreciate these feelings when You find…

I gazed at you through silver haze magnetized by black irises. In thoughtless wonder I seemed soothed, drenched in bubbles of soapy security, until soaked and wrinkled, I gazed… dumbfounded. I gazed, naked in a steamy tub, bathing in shallow water.

If I said I didn’t miss travel – I’d be lying. I love vacations! But I don’t like flying. I’ll tell you why I hate to fly. It’s not because I think I’ll die. Sure, it’s safe. I know we’ll make it. It’s the other…

It was a 6 hour flight,  A smaller journey than I’d make on the road,  On family trips, on vacations,  It was an easy journey, it was awaited  It was supposed to bring me home after Many many months,  And I dreaded each moment,  For…

My passion for history reaches for knowledge of centuries that were told before. I have other passions and other hobbies but never beats the love for history. It is not a mystery that I love researching the prehistory or listen to symphonies that were written…

Flying, the mode of travel glamorized by songs of yesteryear Today, is dreaded by many. As exciting as it is to climb through the skies, Far above the clouds, To leave behind one’s reality, The concept of leaving the ground Can feel like a flying…

Still getting caught up. I haven’t connected to any of the prompts yet (I didn’t go too far back to earlier hours though). But I am having fun! This is for the second round of half marathoners. Which means it is posted during the full…