The Empty Bench
She had shed tears sitting here,
Drowning her helplessness,
Not caring for passer-by.
She had waited for him sitting here,
Her heartache growing to indifference,
As she accepted his absence.
She had read books sitting here,
Finding her solitude,
And enjoying it.
Now I am the empty bench,
I see her walking by,
And I am happy she found her way.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
The Leaf
I am just a leaf,
Ordinary, plain and starting to dry up,
The morning dew fell on me,
Without any announcement,
Making me glisten,
Elevating me from being ordinary.
~The End~
Believing in surprises. A special poem, my first poem I wrote and shared.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
How much of fiction is reality?
How much of reality is fiction ?
Writing is liberating,
Writing is healing,
Writing is discovering yourself,
Writing is fun,
What is writing for you ?
It’s an attempt to write what is in the mind based on my experiences, what I saw and heard, and fictionalize with my imagination. So yes every post is based on reality fused with fiction. It’s a playground for writer’s imagination & reader’s interpretation.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam. Please click here to follow some light reading It’s all in the mind (Poems) and Life’s This &That (Short stories/events).
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