Monthly Archives: September 2017

whirling down 

autumn leaf

whirling down deep vales

silent embrace of soil.

unlike echo of a coin 

touching a stupa’s foot . .

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photo ( web ) and words :
milan rajkumar
for,

Haiku Horizons prompt “coin”

Carpe Diem #1260 Winding Road

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When a Reader makes a Writer write

Thank you too , what is a reader without writers ?

Pennings...One woman's journey

thank you

A regular Monday morning. It’s back to work and back to school. There are a whole lot of things that I want to write about but I’m just too tired. Too tired to sit at a computer and punch the keys. After a whole day at office that requires me to do the same thing (punch keys), it hurts my back and my eyes to stare at the screen again; so much that even the love for writing does not tempt me to get back to the punching.

Strange you’d think because writing is not a job for a writer. It’s what writers love to do. It’s a break from the routine. But when the routine pays you, writing takes a back-seat and one has to ensure one’s is on track in the best of health to manage the routine.

That’s exactly what I was trying to do. The routine…

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