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.
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
being naked –
was never as hard,
as to bare my heart
making my future
meet my past.
abandoned spider homes
swept aside from the walls,
a momentary respite for me
and memories of love long lost.
Love lost –
to spiders of times gone
clinging to new hopes,
he preferred my skin to sins.
Linked to OSI , theme thursday , Open Link night
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
A voice of faith sets
Numerous souls on work;
God’s own messengers,
Empty other miserable souls
Lifting the spirits as they pass;
Seldom free, but detached still.
Written for Theme thursday , 3WW
You exist I know,
yet I yearn to hear and say –
like fish to the air