and when you lie
In my arms,
I fear the most
not losing this charm,
but afraid to see
you alone and lost,
to unable to hear
your heart’s songs,
and I wonder how
will I learn to let go
how to be assured
you will find a way
to build yourself a home
–
Linked to G-Man’s 55 flash fiction
To give up on everything,
or to hold onto hopes,
she cried day and night
but all answers were lost ..
Questions she had many
each one an answer to next
chasing impossible ends,
into her eyes they spread..
Each morning she picked
memories,dipped in smiles
and while the day crawled,
only tears painted the night.
Every one had their theory
of what she did right or not
every one wanted her to smile,
keep hopes on moving on.
But none ever asked her,
where she wanted to dwell
or with whom would she want
to spend her life and herself.
Photo Copyright: James Rainsford. Used with Permission.
The only name he smiled at,
the only eyes he looked for,
the very smile to flatter him,
the only girl he wished to live for -
today she remains in heart and mind,
a memory of a long-lost time.
From everything to some one special,
the transition happened without cause;
the face was never captured in photo,
it was meant to stay as a muse unknown.
–
Prompted @ Dverse Poetics (Image ) , OSI (transition ) , Sunday Scribblings ( whats the rest of the story )
It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey.
It all began when he held out his hand to her, and without a word, she started walking with him. she never had questions, he never answered. Silence did its job when eyes ever met, and it happened more than often. He was the star of her life – not the brightest but the constant one. She was the cloudless moonlit night in his universe and nothing could be as beautiful as her any day.
It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey.
But he never asked her. He set out to search moon on other planets and forgot the map she had once drawn on his palm for him. He said he was better alone, forgetting the time she filled his lonely nights with dreams.
It was a difficult task. Lot of planning was needed. but she was prepared for the journey. If only he had held out his hands once more ….
She now writes farewell fairy tales to share when he returns…
Unlike you,
am just an amateur dreamer,
creating images in head
and sticking to them as i sleep;
diligently I hold, to this activity
nurturing it night and day
with enough words to paint
a time when I sleep and wake
in your arms,your smile on my face.
Written for 3WW (
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
)
The twisted hallways,
that her thoughts made
were sources of illness,
she knew;
Miracles ceased to happen
with the last of his words,
echoing within gestures
she later saw;
Singing of bleak hopes
she hands her dreams
to the light that follows
her destiny;
Delivering justice to all
but none to carry her flame
she cries hard and gives up
at his grave.
–
Prompted @ OSI , Sunday Whirl wordle
She wanted not to cry,
but words forgot to flow,
she wanted to scream
but tears never stopped.
She wanted him to go
but never too far away
she wished it so bad
she held him so close.
She wanted to share
her unwritten songs
which echoed in spaces
she freed from her hopes.
she kissed his fingers
that marked her skin
and together they slept
weaving a new morning.
Source : Trainstation by No Life Before Coffee (via Flickr stream)
I see her standing at the platform, half hidden by the corner pillar; her left foot tapping to the song playing on her Ipod, looking nowhere in particular but everywhere. For a moment, our eyes meet and we smile. she turns her look away almost immediately as if hiding from me as I keep staring at her elegant and almost attractive features. Noticing all possible visual details about her, I try hard to remember her but in vain. Every name that pops in ym head is negated by the playful smile she has on her face as if enjoying the trouble she has given me. She once more looks at me from corner of her eye and looks at the incoming train for an excuse to look elsewhere.
He comes out of the train and as if she was already aware , she picks her stuff and hurries to meet him. Taking him in her arms she beams like a child who has got an extra candy during lunch time. she whispers in his ear and he looks at me with one of the most heart breaking smile. And that’s when I know who she is. I used to be her some years back ; She used to be me that time. My future baffled at my present ; My present hiding from the future ME.
I see them walk past me with a knowing smile. I miss those days. I miss him. I miss myself. Andhere I stand , awaiting for another chance perhaps.
–
Prompted @ Sunday Picture Press , Inspiration Monday , 3WW
Every heart is a room. with secret corners , sunny windows and some windows shut close. Trivial whispers circulate the room all day and more in night. this room has no walls though. you make one whenever and wherever you want. You let few people in, keep some out, throw some out after some time, and some you keep missing even after they walk out. and once in a while some one lets you in their space. A space you were never willing to enter, let alone stay. Gradually, you make it a second home. with a feeling that you belong there, with a wish to forever belong there, you keep unpacking baggage one stuff at a time each day , and packing it all a bit too many times. You dream of being asked to forever stay there, of making a passage from your heart to this – once and for all. Even a minuscule chance at such life keeps you smiling for hours. And then one day …. who knows where it will lead you …
sad that autumn comes
once the spring and summers pass
her loneliness stays.
To her , anything beautiful was art in making. The eyes greedily took notice of each line the creator made or bent, some exotic some just a pleasure to watch. Often, when she stood naked in front of mirror, she wondered how could he love her shapeless body . He wrote about beauty of her tears those nights.
Its not about celebration
of just one day each year,
but I would still consider
this day as a reminder
for me , you and all others,
to be as proud as humble
as nice as important
as beautiful as smart
as strong from head and heart…
Happy women day
Today , tomorrow and forever.
Not really unaware of her emotions,
mother admonishes daughter,
hiding well, the aches of heart,
the deep sighs in the fullness of night,
awaiting the return of love
from mere shadows,
that dance on kitchen walls
as they cook together one more time.
~
Inspired from The sunday Whirl , Also linked to Open Link Night @ dverse Poetics
So this is nothing new that I am trying but maybe more regular. While writing fiction most days, I feel I have developed an entirely new glass to see the world through (And its a lovely one indeed). So for once a week / 10 days , I will try to write of the other stuff I feel I should mention ( no particular reason ) . Read if you wish ..
first is a note of thanks ( many many thanks ) to slpmartin . none inspires , amazes and makes you feel good about writing like he does. There are days when I write knowing he will atleast read it and if liked , his comments are so heartfelt. Thank you !
Best of the last week would be a home trip after a long time ( although it was for short duration ) and the Visit to book fair !
The Book fair .. After making and cancelling the plans 4 times for the book fair , Sunday evening I got down at the Pragati Maidan Metro station for no real reason. I was getting suffocated in the metro maybe or I just did not want to reach my room that early .. whatever be the cause , I found myself standing on the platform and blankly staring at the people coming in / out of the metros. After 3 metros have passed I realized I was just 100 m away from the book fair. And that’s when I made a run for it. Two hours at the venue with my heavy bag on shoulders , I visited half the halls , specially the theme hall , bought a story collection by Premchand ( I always wanted to read him ) and came back with a lovely Ganesha Poster ( Pic to be shared later) . God totally loves me !!
I also finished reading A Calendar too Crowded yesterday [ click here for the detailed review ] while reviewing , I forgot to mention a story from the book. So this tale is of a “nice girl who deserves / will get better ” . I could relate to the ideas and feelings of this girl who is too nice for being a girlfriend or even ask some guy to consider the option while she keeps helping every one around. But what I was thankful about was the lesson with which the chapter closes. The author states that If you are such a girl, you sure should love yourself the most ’cause you are the best and nicest girl around. And do not be upset over the guys who did not value you. Remember , You are a nice girl and you deserve better.
and there is an ebook promotion going on Smashwords. Click here to check the books included in the promotion [ These are free / at discounted prices] for this week only.
Well all is not so happy in the world. And We often see prejudiced people around us. Yesterday night I went to get vegetables from the nearest shop and there was this long queue [ ok , just 5 people before me. but usually there is NO queue there ] at the billing counter. When I went to join the queue , the lady in the last indicated me to take her place and she stood behind me. I was surprised at this generosity until I realized that in front of me stood a house maid in old clothes. The lady behind me was still staring at her with such disgust that I felt so odd. She could not even bear to stand behind the maid ? really ??
ufff 
And lastly , check this blog started by @vivekisms :
http://55words.blogspot.in/
– A new theme for #55wordstory each day. Some day I will share all the stories I wrote for the blog. Till then, have a read and if you like , do take part. Follow him on twitter, write on the daily theme and email the stories to him !
Well thats all for now. More good and bad of my days in next post.
by Kenia Cris
Secretly she carried
a neon sign over her head -
and stared at passers-by
who looked up
into her blank eyes
and cared to smile,
greetings unsaid.
the wait was on
for the right (or even wrong)
guy to turn up one day
and pull out the right thread
to free her , unravel her,
open her up , as wanted by her.
Linked to The sunday challenge
today i wanted to be a wave. The one passing through loved souls, leaving colors behind. And now i wonder if those colors take something away from me or the soul ? Will the wave havd a mind or heart ? Both ? Or none ? Where will the search of home lead this wave ? Will it ever rest or like me stay active at odd hours feeding on darkness within my heart. Where do waves rest ? Or souls like mine ? Do they just stop feeling, lose colors, fade ? Will i . . Well lets leave some questions unsaid. .
–
Linked to Sunday Scribblings – Search
(Inspired from this post)
She walks holding his hand, he – the child of the dark. she knows he is getting used to her shadow entangled with his dark aura. he likes the warm glow she has he tells her. she says its only when she is with him but he just nods. Together they walk thus, holding hands. Their souls walk a step behind, arms linked , her head resting on his shoulder. they look back at the scene, laugh in the eyes, and walk into a new dawn.
She got rid of the letters and the gifts the day she met a prospective groom for the first time. Later one night, she found the only photograph of his, hidden in her favorite book. His smile looked different , heart broken almost. She realized he wanted her to wait. And she did. All her life.
it should be a sin she thought, to love him. The worthy yet not. It wasn’t about deserving but being within reach. He was the warmth of comforting hug and also the burnt of flames let loose ; the cold moon light and also the numbness causing buckets of ice.. He was lovable but not for her. He was a shadow she walked with all time yet visible at will or light. She was darkness , he was the tears. Both entwined by fate yet forced to stay aloof by fate.
She was in love again.. And again on verge of losing it.. It snould be a sin she thought to love people not meant for you,, or had she sinned already ? She smiled as he hugged her. The introspection will wait.
