Pages from my mind

They met

ladynimue — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 15:34:53 +0000

They met;

not the first time like she thought;

nor the last time like he assumed;

and talked of impressions and feelings;

without saying a word.

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Image prompt @ Sunday Picture Press

Wrong

ladynimue — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 18:56:50 +0000

Crimson bangles lay

in wrong places,that night

she sold them for bread

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Written for Haiku Heights , OSI

She – a lady I know

ladynimue — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:59:36 +0000

Silently she hears
from people unknown
of things, men and women
others are jealous of;
of colors and fabrics
and the patterns worn;
of this and that and more,
she listens,smiles
but will tell you not;
she knew it better
even before you told;
she’s forgotten by most
but her senses still
can beat yours.

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Written as a dedication to one of my relatives I love to talk to. She maybe not one of the best persons I know but she indeed has a brain worth being jealous of.

Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash55

Wisdom finds me

ladynimue — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 13:28:24 +0000

Wisdom comes to you from unexpected places and people too. Same way, a reminder to be aware comes at unexprected times.

As I went for the daily walk with my friend today morning , we were stopped by an aged guy walking in direction opposite to us. He asked if we were students ( I wish I really looked that young ) and so on. Before we parted , he asked do you know the name of India’s first PM and President ? Well, I did. And the latest he asked. I did know that too. He was pleased. And I was pleased to see that smile at his face. And that moment I thanked all my teachers and my friends now who keep me aware of the world around me.

Half an hour later, in the vegetable shop, me and my friend were discussing about some shopping we did last week. And I casually said "have you gone mad?" to her. An aged guy turned to us and asked if it was really necessary to say that one sentence. I was totally embarrassed. He did not stop at that and kept adressing everyone in general, adding "if only such sentences could be avoided, there would be so less fights and arguements." So true ! I reflected as I came back home. We really have spoiled our manners and conversation skills. Its not wrong to be polite to all and at all times.

Thank you Oh wise older generation !
We still have a lot to learn and preserve …

The need

ladynimue — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 16:12:07 +0000

In unknown lands that do not feel that way , She sat wondering about herself and what led her here. He paced in the room without reason, occasionally looking at her and nodding in approval. He knew not why he was there with her, more importantly, why she chose to bring him along on this journey.She smiled at him, as if reading his thoughts. He finally gave up all his thoughts and joined her in bed. Collecting her in his arms, he kissed her forehead.

“This is perfect.” she whispered to herself.

“you really think so ? You do not even know me” he laughed lightly and hugged her close.

“I know your words , and my words know you.”

” One can not live off words these days”

“Can you not ?” , she asked with disbelief.

“You look determined to prove me wrong”

“We’ll make believe we never needed any more than words”

“or this” he finished her sentence, like they been doing from last few months.

“yes, we only need us and our words”.

He smiled at her grin. She grinned further finding the love in his eyes.

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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Cheney challenged me with “We’ll make believe we never needed any more than this.” and I challenged Steffani with “will the room cease to exist, if there was no wall ? Or will it become a larger room. Will he like that, I wonder”

Replicated Me

ladynimue — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 04:28:07 +0000

I separate an image of myself
from who I am, or appear to be;
A frail soul in a wax replica of me,
melts and solidifies the hidden anima
as thoughts percolate over damp edges;
my timbered voice fills the hollows
made in marsh heart by acid of reality;
self-healing might not last this night …

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Prompted @ Monday Melting. while the actual inspiration was this image I saw on another blog ..

“Pet” search

ladynimue — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 03:17:25 +0000

“It has to be here”
“Then Why can I not find it”
“This is the road of riches?”
“Yep. More shops. Less people”
“I swear, the pic was taken here”
“Where exactly was he standing ?”
“Staring into a shop’s display”
“Gosh! that would be the toy shop”
“you and your pet! teddy lovers”
“Found him”
“Glad”

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Inspired by Indigo spider’s Sunday Picture Press

Linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55

I feel lonely

ladynimue — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 06:26:19 +0000

Well I had no plans to fill this space with any “lonely” talks. But reading this post by Yogesh triggered some thoughts about it. A person sitting alone anywhere is assumed to be lonely. Most times he/she is. Unless you know how to fill the time and space around you with your imagination / or other’s imagined words ( i mean books , music etc) , you are going to be lonely when alone.I have long left being lonely at such times.

But there are times I feel lonely and thats when I am surrounded with people i know, certain friends and family. I would be normally taking part in the activities or conversations and then one moment I would miss some one. I would feel lost and helpless so much that the people around would appear strangers. Or atleast I would feel I am a stranger to them if they can not guess my lonliness. Its ironic that at times when I expressed such feeling, my friends said I am going crazzy since I do not have time to be alone or feel lonely. With so many friends and things to do crammed into my life, do I really have any time or right to be lonely, I once asked myself. More importantly, why do I feel lonely in a crowd. It was not about the people, but about what interests you. Or maybe I am so damn used to keep pain as a pet, that I forget how wild it can get at wrong times. How some memories you burn down are kept alive by the tears you did not shed one night. All those haunt you and tease you to let yourself free. But the timing is not right. Not in front of all these people. So I miss the one who can let me cry and talk at same tme and still smile at how stupid I sound. Who would understand my reasons and not worry about what to say. I miss such friends and I feel lonely with the rest.

(source : imgfave.com)

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Home

ladynimue — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 02:56:20 +0000

She was scared. Nervous actually, she corrected herself. The roads were packed with people and vehicles.The noises were almost deafening. The drums , excited children, frustrated grown-ups, irritated shopkeepers – all add to the set of voices that together troubled her a bit. She loved lonely walks, yet never ventured out of her neighbourhood alone. Ironic that it may sound, her wandering habbits were limited to within 10 miles of her home. “Never at home , never so far from home either” , her mother’s favorite line about her. She always felt there was a different meaning of this line.

She had travelled from far in search of some answers. She could not let her fears paralyze her now. She looked around , feeling scared from every harsh look at her. she felt so tiny, she wanted to vanish some how. And then the music hit her. She had never heard anything like that. The drums faded from her ears, all she felt was a heart beat – not hers she soon realized, but of the approaching circle of people. Dressed in black, some men and women , equal in munbers, had formed a circle with a speaker in the middle. They slowly started a chant, clapping their right hand on left side of the chest – exactly above te heart. It was as rythmic as it could be, and it was heard clearly. Very clearly she mused,looking around. Every one had falled silent. She could feel the skin on her arms tingle with excitement. She was losing herself in the music and getting dragged into the crowd.She did not resist it even once. Soon she found herself a part of the circle moving sideways as she added her silent clap to the song.The speaker turned to her, gave a smile and said in a whisper , “You are the odd one. Welcome. We been looking for your questions.Here the road ends for you.” And then everything spaced out. She found herself standing in the middle of the road, people staring at her with concern and confusion. but the music lingered in her soul. And that she followed from there on , all life long, in search of the speaker, who for once showed her the home she wished and the way to find it.

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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Jay Andrew Allen challenged me with “Never been so far from home” and I challenged Jen O. with “Open the page of your favorite book/ or have your favorite poem or story (first 10-15 lines) open in front of you. Pick one word from each line of it and write something using every of those word.”

Death of the wise

ladynimue — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 17:00:44 +0000

He,gem of wisdom

lies forgotten and forlorn

a wet death by air ..

Written for Haiku Heights , Magpie Tales