short story – Beneath The Canvas

Art on rooftops

My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories.

the story of love…in the unknown

I shouldn’t but I do, think of the first time we met, why we met and how oblivious we were, young lovers exploring the surface of what cannot be explained or contained, trapped in the circle of admiration, circulation, reverberation of our hearts, a song we shared, a dance no one cared, a trickle ofContinue reading “the story of love…in the unknown”

Just on my way…..

Exchanging words, he looks at her with a kink in his smile. His body language changes without warning. He shifts and rotates himself away from her, legs crossed and arms retreated…the typical body language of an outcast. Clearly hurt he remains soundless, his male ego hurt from what is presumed a rejection of a soundContinue reading “Just on my way…..”