Extravagant

O thou extravagant,

with the luxury of time to waste

to indulge in nostalgia of

a bygone past,

spare some of it

to explore the beauty

of the present,

and nurture it well.

reach out and embrace

what is,

lest the future passes you by,

and you are left with

the luxury of time,

to waste and rue,

what could have been,

what could have been!

Fifteen Minutes of Fame had No Name

This is my first attempt at writing short story.  Constructive feedback and comments appreciated.

The dream keeps coming back to haunt him.  Digging a hole, he lies down peacefully waiting for death to come.  He is not sure why this dream bothers him anymore. Continue reading “Fifteen Minutes of Fame had No Name”