“Where do you want to take my pic ?”, he asked her.
This is where they met first. and Today they were meeting for the last time.
She smiled and stood next to him as she clicked a pic of the place.
“I will always imagine you here.” she said and kissed him one last time.
for G-Man’s friday flash 55
and Ermilia’s Picture & write
The night felt weird.The whole town had lost its sleep. Too much food , booze , sex , reading or gossip exhausted every one but no one could sleep. It was neither fun nor funny anymore to be called insomniac. Sleep Gods had their lesson taught in a single night. everyone slept well for ages after that.
Some words were left untouched, yet the lines were ready. There was a nervous cheer in her fingers. The stained pages lie neatly stacked in the imaginary room she lived in,the last few weeks. She stepped out of her shell excitedly,welcomes by his waiting arms and proud smile. A part of her dream was finally live.
Written for G-Man’s friday flash55
Also Linked to Month of the year 2012 writing prompt – December
This Month I finally compiled a collection of my poems and self published via amazon Kindle. Please check the book by clicking on the image below. Comments / suggestions welcome.
Thanks and wishes for a great festive weekend and new year eve to all
*Love and hugs*
This is it, then ?
The last hug , the last kiss, the last touch.
I would like one more hug, if you don’t mind.
I didn’t mind the sex. A hug wont cost much,I guess.
See you next weekend.
and peel some more wounds ?
Last time ?
This is for G-Man’s Fridayflash 55
Also linked to Inspiration Monday
She definitely did not have easy goals for life. Reading 50 books per year , cooking 50 new dishes , visiting 10 new places in the same year,so on.
Every accomplishment was beginning of a new strangeness. Until her life seemed hollow to her – the dark pit she dug and drowned alone.
Written for Inspiration Monday , Trifecta , G-Man’s fridayflash55
For G-Man’s Fridayflash 55
Love was no longer a word,
it was him, me and “the world”
we belong , we do;stay strong , will you ?
the monologues continue,
but love was never lost;
it was us against what not.
You would hope It to remain,
You think I am broke ?
Of course I am.
Written for Imaginary Garden‘s prompt : breaking the fourth wall.
Also linked to G-Man’s fridayflash 55
are we not meeting tomm? she messaged.
got some work.
Ok.See you later.
She wasnt happy , but they had decided to take a break. She decided to read to pass time, when another sms came :
Wanna have a drink tonight ?
The break saw its end before it even began,she thoguht and laughed.
submitted to G-Man’s friday flash 55
“super hero or wonder woman ?”
“Not even your favorite cat woman”, she laughed aloud.
“Then what is the story about ? Who is more interesting ?” he asked
“funny you should ask ! Are you not perfect for any story”.
“you will tell stories about me?” he was excited.
“We will” and they sat chatting all evening.
Prompted @ Inspiration Monday
Also written for G-Man’s friday Flash 55
“Don’t you dare come to wake me up in morning” , she said, looking up at the stars dotting the dark sky and slept soon.
Next morning, he woke up from her noise. She had forgotten to lock the door to the roof. The dog went and lovingly woke her up with a lick.
her smile gives away
the hopes she hides in eyes
his sun shine gone pale ..
He empties his heart in words and sets them free in winds ; knowing well she stands on the roof top catching every sheet of paper that flies from his room. Each night she builds new hopes from them.
Written for Haiku Height (hope)
Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55
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 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.
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.
She picked her stuff like colors – yellow bell peppers , green beans , cottage cheese , ripe tomatoes , onions , and lot of spices. He watched her with a curious look.
Finally he dared to ask , “Darling, are you cooking tonight ?”
“Not today. But very soon I will.”
“Then this shopping ?”
“My cooking classes begin tomorrow.” she proudly declared.
Prompted by vivekisms to write a 55 word story on “At the Grocer’s”
The red bangles, mixed with stone dotted off white ones, equal number in both arms.. The intricate mehandi patterns on hand…
Every time he saw a newly wed lady, he thought of her. She, who always dreamt of being dressed like a bride. His bride. Only now, she was dead. And so were his days.
Written for G-Man’s friday flash 55
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,
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.
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
“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”
Inspired by Indigo spider’s Sunday Picture Press
Linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55
your lips on my head ~
bond of love i wanted ~
bond of care i cherish
Pages will turn tonight
your memories will burn in peace
I forgive the hurt
the flowers bought
but delivered not
still smell of her
Brilliance of dreams
shine in her sleepy eyes today;
she was in his arms
Also linked to G-Man’s Friday flash55
Month of Birthday.s -
Mine on 13th ; My professional life on 23rd.
My parent’s relationship on 26th.
A month of celebrations -
birthdays, anniversary , festivals, holidays.
A month of wait -
Waiting for one wish,
waiting to hear from him,
A month of preparations -
of gifting your loved ones,
of hiding disappointment
of another year – same or not.
Linked to Month of the year challenge #2 , G-Man’s flash friday 55
She felt immobile, and same time sensed movement in her belly as she breathed in forcefully. It was getting difficult to sleep alone. She feared proximity to being insane if things continued this way. She had left many a guys awake all night, but only now she realized its pain. She cried at this retribution.
Written for 3WW
Exams were just a week away and she could not study long hours without feeling sleepy. One night she turned on the radio after hearing her favorite song play in the neighbourhood. She kept the radio on for hours as she studied and not once she wanted to quit.
Since then, the love affair continues.
This is for G-Man’s Fridayflash 55.
Have a musical and lovely weekend all of you
Also linked to Months of the year challenge Season # 2
She some times thought of dying. The loneliness was getting unbearable. For hours she would stare at her cell phone willing him to call or text. Then they finally broke up. Her world was on the brink of a cliff.
But she did not die. She adopted a baby instead and welcomed life into her own.
Written for G-Man’s friday flash 55
“I always thought, you would be married by now.” , he said, smiling at her.
“I hoped so too”, she replied, avoiding his gaze.
“Then why not ? I told you I don’t love you”, he said little impatiently.
“You should have said , I did , not do”
And they both laughed. All was still same.
This was inspired by my own story “Wait” , for which I thought this could be an alternate ending.
Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash55
“It’s a gift and a curse” he said, handing me the drink. I had no energy to hear him but I did . After all, when all had left , he looked back and stayed for me.
“Each wonderful evening ends with such mess”, he looked around and laughed. I just let out a sigh of agreement.
Prompted @ Sunday Picture Press and Monday Inspiration
Written for G-Man’s Friday flash55