A Writer’s Mind.

We writers enjoy writing, right? For those of us who don’t, there is just one thumb rule. In order not to kill our readers with our writing, we must ‘Enjoy what we do or Do what we enjoy.’ there is no other way. Luckily, by and large, we writers so very love penning down and…

Care for what matters.

The crux of all hurt in life is not what people, situations or some may say fate does to us, it’s not even the helplessness of being on the lower rung of life that makes us vulnerable. Rather it’s the confusion we breed on what we want and the rush to realize those fragmental cloudy…

Shalom

A sea of yearnings  churn within me I feel the waves splashing torrents of restlessness. Imbibed deep  within my soul is a warrior struggling to swim against the tides. In my quest to obtain what I fathom not now an unknown something draws me nearer. I sweat and toil the grith of my existence while…

The crack in the Iceberg – Part 2

The next morning Gilgamesh was up before the sun could rise, he packed his backpack and waited at the end of the road for a bus that would take him to the foothill region of Pontic Alps in southern Anatolia, Turkey. The local Turkish and Pontic Greek called it the Parhar Mountains meaning high or…

The Or in the Ordinary.

I woke up feeling a bit on edge for no genuine reason I can think of and like topping on a cake, to make things better it got fueled further by a garment being placed in my hands along with the needle and thread box to mend a small tear caused by some sharp object….

The Haripiyets.

The Pub is just warming up, the lights are dim, the live band at one end is playing soft country music. The boys are busy attending to the orders for the pre-booked tables and I’m organizing my den for the hot and happening night to come. Ambience, Music, Drinks all set to the T. ‘The…

Jelly on a plate.

What happens when you get too used to the life you live? Either you soak yourself completely into it without questioning its quality in order to die contented with a grateful heart Or there is a pretty good chance that all of a sudden you are gonna wake up and hate everything about it…. And…

Is it love?

  Softer than the whispers of peace on a silent petal. Milder than the pastel hues of calmness itself. I feel your joy surround my soul. With a promise to be mine for evermore…. © Annadine Charles.