Nostalgia beckons fluttering its wings. Tugging the heart strings surreptitiously, A mellifluous remembrance song it sings. Clutching in its embrace vehemently, A fleet of thoughts
Author: Mrinalinee Patro
Bio
Mrinalinee Patro has worked more than 2 decades in the software profession and that is when Writing entered her life to break the monotonicity. While she loves writing micro-tales/micro-poems, as such writing in any form lures her immensely.
She is an Electronics and Telecommunication Engineer who is also a trained singer.
While music gives solace to her soul, writing soothes her mind and heart.
The Night Toggles
In doldrums, the night toggles! While unnerving is its brevity, The vastness of its realm boggles. Trapped in the glory of its perpetuity, Brimming is
A Game of Power Play
Silence broke through the night. An anxious wait followed and in the wee hours of morning, war cry. “Fire fire!” At the command, the reverberations
Osyter of My Heart
The tide had settled down; The calmness prevailed with a sigh of relief. Outpowering the frown, Happiness emerged from the cocoon of grief. I will
Destined not to Meet
The diurnal rhythm brings in a new dawn. Tagging along with a foggy morning, a new day is born. Each dawn is the key that
The Radio Connect
Driving to work, I was recapitulating the schedule for the day. My companion during my rides, the FM radio was crooning the latest hits. It
On the horizon, the cradle rocks!
The lure of the distant enigma beckoned for the expedition, An irresistible spell cast by the aura of the delightful vision. Tiny acrobats of apprehension
Amidst myriad shades
Calming and intensely captivating;The divine grace it brings is a delight.Placid, tranquil and serenely soothing,White is still able to steal the limelight!While it’s far from
The Unforgettable Saga
The bombarding continued until late night. Out of my battalion of twelve, only three of were surviving. Early that morning, the barracks was a haven
Separation! Oh So Inevitable…
She blooms in beauty amidst the envy and the stare; A beautiful ensuance of an earnest nurture and care. Nonchalantly she flaunts her delicate petals
The “Snowman’s Act”
“Let it snow!” came out my wild shriek,Unheard as always, it died out mild and bleak.Advent of winter ushers in my yearly act,The stage is
Kaleidoscope
Lifting her veilShe sets her foot ahead.Bringing along a ray of light,As she embarks on her journey forward.Her radiance and glow peaks up,Her ferocity storms,As