the magical bond
sparkled with fairy incense -
Love alone heals us
“This is going to be fun”, She thought to herself and smiled.She packed her bags , loaded the car with lot of food and left to see him.
Unaware of her plans , he struggled through the day , thinking of one good break from everyone around. And everything too. Suddenly it seemed that everyone was only concerned about the wedding. No one asked them , what they wanted , how they wanted their day to be. Everyone had their hopes and dreams to fulfil.
An hour later , she was standing outside his office. She did not have to wait long. Both of them always knew where they would be at any moment.
He hugged her , welcoming the sweet surprise with a huge grin. As he took the keys from her , he saw the packed bags and asked , “Are you going some place tonight ?”
“No , we are going out of town for the night”
“Good. I really need that, you know”
She winked and kissed him ,blushing a little as he looked at her admiringly.
“This is so much fun”, he though to himself and smiled.
the only drone floats
along the debris of aircraft
memories held safe
She felt odd she had argued with Zen. If his loud grunt could be considered that, she smiled. He was a creature of less words and more drama. And just like that , today morning he said it was the day to orbit the aircraft. No amount of ass-licking [ he loved this word and used it often on her ] would make him abort his trip, he had declared.
And now , barely 3 hours later , she knew something was not right with him. She hated to send him alone out there in space but then, drones are meant to be alone. She squinted at the screen to see any sign of his return but knew he would not return unless his mission for the day was fulfilled. Stupid programming, she cursed aloud and went to drink the night away.
Inspired by the theme at 3ww and :
casting fun shadows on wall
hungry eyes look bored.
He was late tonight. The head witch Tracy sat impatiently at the door step waiting for him. The new comers to the witch family , sat impatiently around the dinner table , staring at the food which had gone cold already. Finally footsteps were heard from far away. He was still two streets away when Tracy ordered the candles to be lit and the food to be roasted once more. He liked his meat warm and chewy unlike the rest who did not care a bit for her cooking. And so , she made them wait every night for him. Little did they know , he liked to act important, hence the deliberate delay every night. It was after all a good decision to host the witches , he thought to himself as he entered his house, specially Tracy who loved to cook for anyone who cared to praise her.
Inspired by the theme at
“you don’t believe it ?” , she asked him as she folded a few more dresses and stacked them on the bed.
Next she took out the suitcase from the almirah and only when she was done packing her things , did she turn to him. All this while he was looking at her activities with an amused look.
“so ..” , she looked at him questioningly.
“If you had to leave , you could have just left. you know , why spend last half hour convincing me about it ? Unless you want me to ask , when you would be returning” , he smiled as he picked her suitcase and walked ahead of her, without waiting for a reply.
She went and sat in the waiting cab, and finally laughing at her actions , she slowly said, “you really think I will not leave you alone for long ? You are right dad. I am returning soon and make sure you do not have any more fun without me”
And then she was gone. Out of her nest , for the first time ; with his belief in her , her belief in his trust and herself as her only ally.
a flower awaits,
pretty butterfly new born,
wonders lie in path.
some paper and sticks
faith passed to generations
the scarecrow guard
the scarecrow guard
wishes of a family tied
Prompted @ Carpe Diem , Theme Thursday , Haiku Heights , Two shoes
one tree – one forest
summer bow to shades alike
lonely road ahead
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , PAD#10
damp memory showers
mixed with illusions of forced smiles
does it ever not rain ?
Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 19 – February 19th – Theme: Seasons Type: Kigo
also linked to Haiku Heights (Illusion)
Desires blurred him
desperation made her fade
he – she – them – one soul
Written for Haiku Heights and also for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 11 – February 11th – Theme: Paint the Image
Inspirational Image by: Narayana Nethralaya
Crimson bangles lay
in wrong places,that night
she sold them for bread
Written for Haiku Heights , OSI
Day 1 – February 1st – Theme: Freestyle
He,gem of wisdom
lies forgotten and forlorn
a wet death by air ..
Written for Haiku Heights , Magpie Tales
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
Can we please return
to time when travelling in May
was summer ritual
I had my summer vacations in month of May. And so we always had plans to visit my cousins in this month. Still can not forget those bus rides and the fun at granny’s place !
covertly life leads
on similar paths frequently
to judge our learning
The clock of life is wound but once; And yet assuming each of us as one of the hands of this clock, we make different number of rounds. Some never repeat the days or even moments of mistake, while others like me keep on passing through same point again and again. Same feelings , same pain , at a different palce , different time or maybe a different person too. while same things make us happy often , the reasons for being restless and blue are also fixed. Letting go is not a choice. Living together is no option. Simple isn’t it ??
Haiku for haiku heights
Prose for Carr on tuesday
misty dreams escape
to winds of inspiration
from hand full spaces
Written for It’s Thursday , Haiku Heights
He was used to run from love and the person of attention since he could never make space for anyone except himself in his life. It takes a lot more than conviction to stand in front of some one and make promises that are supposed to last.
She never expected him to stay but neither to leave like this – without reason or time. she had hoped the pain will fade with passing time,she and her life will take turns looking at the positive side of the break up.
They were both right and as much wrong. Their rigidity with the ideologies kept them apart forever but never out of each other’s hearts.
It was not a happy end as you can imagine, and that specially made them proud of themselves.
like seasons around you,
let your mind differ from heart’s words
rest your obsessions
Prompted @ Creative Copy challenge and Haiku Heights
a minute more, some more words
no mystery.am addict
Prompted @ Haiku heights (Mystery) , November PAD # 6 (Addict)
Behind the smiles,
Reality spins a different tale,
On-lookers wonder, while
Keen eyes smile with understanding,
Enough stories live within stories,
No matter how long you keep silent.
Prompted @ November PAD # 5 - For today’s prompt, write a broken poem. The poem can be specifically about something breaking or just include something (or someone for that matter) that’s broken. Get as creative as you want about interpreting what’s broken: cars, hearts, toys, spirits, codes, etc.
Also linked to We write Poems
You exist I know,
yet I yearn to hear and say -
like fish to the air
observe in hypnosis
the lonely heart thus erodes-
screaming its last
Written for 3WW and Haiku heights
And I forgot soon
who you are or who I was;
finally one soul
Prompted @ Haiku Heights
confessions will hurt
like rusted blades of time -
septic wound always
Prompted @ Haiku heights ,
Inspired by Magpie tales
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Inspired by Saturday Centus , Submitted to Haiku Heights [ Freestyle ]
Strings of my life jiggle
early memories;quality time,
none i can keep close.
Written for Haiku-Heights , 3WW
giving pain to self
never could quench the desire
that yearn for your touch
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , Sunday Scribblings
Seven of them world know
I fear the one that’s hidden;
Not many understand why
Some of us feel good only in pain.
Written for OSI.
blinded by your hate
i kept loving your shadows
till pain took my life
winds of faith in you
pushed me into darkness
where dreams bled to death
senses came alive
on threshold of extinct hope
and life surged in me
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , OSI , Writer’s Island
Submitted to Poetry Potluck
To miss once is fine,
twice or thrice too for mankind;
more ? Its being a slave
Prompted @ OSI , Haiku heights