“You are almost there, Love! Come to me.” The veins in my eyes burned, leaking red. I turned my head, adjusting to the sudden brightness.
Author: Mithila Gogate
Mithila is a Financial Business Analyst but currently a stay-at-home mom to two tiny tots. A die-hard fiction fan, she has recently taken a plunge into writing poetry and short stories.
When the Mountain Meets the River
I ripple and bristle gently As you lead me onwards, calmly Mirroring the roseate dawn I rush, bumbling and stumbling on Forging a path so passionate
Coming Home
I’m coming home, so tired and sore To see you smile and hope a lil’ more Travelling on the sea gale strong In the tiniest
A Sinless Sky
A touch of blush, soft and warm, blooms Across the eventide sky, bathing the earth In myriad pastel hues, heavenly grace I soak it all
Evanescence
Engraving our names in the wood Building castles in the air We promised to be forever For better or worse, time or tide. Unbeknownst, we
Once Upon a Bride
Muted effulgence, dusty haze Cocooned in muslin, soft Faded. I await your nostalgic gaze From the attic, aloft Shaded. My silken threads crackle with age
A Broken Shoe
Pasting on the sole and a wide smile, with an air of normalcy I drag my broken shoe. I add on some pins and pricks
Lie with me
“Mumma, your lip looks funny. Shall I kiss your pain away?” “Don’t worry baby. Mumma is okay.” “Mumma, why was Daddy yelling at you? “It’s
Thorns & Roses
PROLOGUE *Wynter* Dunborough Manor April 1485 ‘… regret to inform you that Sir Winburn St Royans, Baron Dunborough, was fatally wounded in the battle at
A Fatal Attraction
It’s been an hour, maybe two Bewitched by a strange voodoo Your lips, tenderly caress mine So deep, that our senses entwine You sway and
Sepia Dream
Where are you, my child? I hear you Shuffle, giggle behind the door. As I catch you, you’ll squeal some more. So, I turn the
The Night Redundant
A little spritz of fragrance, subtle, appealing Bergamot notes to lure them in. Coquettish smiles, giggles galore Dilly-dallying under the silver moonlight. Ebbing and flowing,
How I Met Your Mummy
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. The Gupta household was enveloped in a sluggish, meal-induced inertia. Rajul was rolling on the floor, reading an ill-written,
Solace, No More
Crunch…Thud! He muffled a scream by biting down his palm, hard. He tasted blood, it’s nauseating tang. But it wasn’t strong enough to obliterate the
The Blood Diamond
Effulgence, searing, branding meMy soul parched, yearning to break freeThe slithering river, fecundTeeming with riches, it beckoned. A diamond, elusive. Contorted at an odd angleBowed spine
When Hope Dies
Apathy, gloom, Spell doom Of murdered innocence, Of life’s evanescence, An evil dominance. A nation demolished, cataclysmal Attacks and wounds, visceral. Patriarchy, anarchy metastasizes, dismal
Let Her Be
Pain, tears, sweat, nerves, is felt by them all In-vitro, natural, surrogate The bundle may arrive late, early. Breast milk, top feed, tube fed or
Besprinkled
Pirouetting with autumn leaves, Meandering through time and space, I’m omnipresent, nestled in books, memories, and eaves. I’ll malign when you fall from grace, Shine
The Gilded Cage
His dewy, sparkling eyes traced the clouds for the bright ball of fire. “Kizis!”, came a gurgling laugh as little Ahanu clapped his grubby hands