This is a part of my visual diary where I trust my heart;
I witness the unfolding of the stories .
Here I have chosen 6 stories and accompanied them with Haiku.

The twins twinning,
Generations countering–
Disillusionment.

Fragrance of their love–
Islanded in the river,
The winds dispossess.

The diamonds sparkle,
Earthy hand’s touch refurbished==
Holding stories tight.

Unflinching passion;
Boundaries lacerated/
The haters at bay.

They carried the Cross;
The withered rose murmured Life–
The exit turned red.

Flowers, not gravel–
Song for the mother’s prayers/
Embracing penance.
Beautifully articulated .
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Thanks a ton, Prabha for your kind words.
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intense, beautiful work. Thanks for sharing it. Xo
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It is my pleasure to hear from you, Morgain. Thank you for stopping by and letting me know your thoughts.
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Beautiful stories in poetic form.
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Thank you so much for stopping by.
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