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A to Z challenge : This is going to be “fun”

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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.

Missing the “Drone”

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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.
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Inspired by the theme at 3ww and  : 

A to Z challenge : Praise the “cooks”

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candles flickered,
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.

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Inspired by the theme at

A to Z challenge : Believe

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“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.

I gather my thoughts #smallStone #aros (day 5,6,7,8)

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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

 

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Also linked to G-Man’s Friday flash55

clock of Life (#random #thought)

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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 ;) ??

 

 

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Prose for Carr on tuesday

Obsessions

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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

 

Poems for #novpad (day 6, 5)

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Uncontrolled longing,
a minute more, some more words
no mystery.am addict

Prompted @ Haiku heights (Mystery) , November PAD # 6 (Addict)

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BROKEN

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.

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