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Her reason

Hating him was not a choice;
loving as forbidden as breathing.
She build stories in her head
of what-ifs and why-nots
whenever memories surfaced;
Living different lives
in far away cities;
a world separated by hurt
yet connected by a single desire
to bury their secret –
how his determination to never cross paths
became the reason to keep loving.

Inspired by the Prompt @ Poetics Tuesday

Stars

“You should always reach for the stars , if you want to end up with some stardust at least”, her mother’s voice echoed in her head as she watched him walk out of the door , not for the first time but perhaps the last if she could not convince herself of the flaws in this philosophy.

With every step he took away from her, the pain in her head intensified , reaching the nape of her neck and spreading to her limbs gradually. The tears came next , uninvited yet relentless in their expression of disappointment at her actions , or the lack of it.

At end of the hallway , he paused and turned towards the picture that hung on the left wall; their first date in the old coffee house that did not exist anymore, maybe like their patience for each other’s limitations; he thought to himself and instinctively touched the photo where their hands met each other.

“I am sorry,but I can not promise you the stars anymore when I do not even trust the land to let me stand unharmed any more.”, he said softly before looking into her eyes with a new resolve. “But you will always rule the underground as my queen and I promise the skies are not any less pretty there even if devoid of stars or star dust; you can hang some of our love to light up the nights if needed”, he said and wished to her to not let him go , one more time ; one last time.

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Written for Six Sentence Story Prompt : Reach

answer

1. Find the crystal ball that fits in your palm perfectly.
2. Give a concrete form to your desires; your wish will be granted if the ball becomes warmer.

Helen read the instructions as she entered the cave of desires, determined to not leave till she has the answer for her wishes.

After spending hours trying multiple balls, she was yet to find the one holding key to her question when she saw Dave standing at the entrance.

“Before you seek your ball, I wanted to tell you that I wish you to spend rest of your life with me.” He said, then turned back to the village.

She smiled as she realized the crystal ball would not be needed anymore as her heart was glowing warm already.

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Written for Six sentence Thursday

You are my light

For every moment,
you have shown me love,
I have had a million
doubts on me, questions
on my self-worth; why for
do I deserve this light,
but for every such night,
I also remember how goodness
of a heart, needs a receptive
soul, even a little dark,
to understand the price
you and I paid for this alliance;
I remember the verses I owed
to gods of broken hearts,
begging for a reason for my tears,
to show me a way away from fears.
And it led me to your fragile soul,
hard from outside, the smiles hiding
the loneliness of much wiser mold.
Now every time fate tempts me to stray
I cling and fight harder, to always stay
bound to your chains of trust and hope
I will love you in the darkness of soul.

 

Inspired by the Mini challenge at Imaginary Toads to use a line from Kerry O’Connor’s poetry  [ my inspiration is italiized in the verse above ] the reason I chose this line is because the moment I read this, I knew it felt so true for me and way I feel about my love for the light in ym life – my partner in this life.

The vast white

For someone who had never seen snow up-close, in all its beauty and fury entwined at times, I was mesmerized the first morning I woke up to see the sun, shining so bright on the vast white shroud covering everything and every color, as far as I could see. The first snow of my second winters in this city that still felt new some time.

They said I would get bored of the snow, living in such low temperatures, the snow flurries, the storms, slipping occasionally on the ice, the bulky jackets and the heavy boots for even stepping out of the home. They were not wrong, but what they never realized was the view from my window on the twenty-second floor was worth all this trouble and more. And more than that, the whiteness of the winter made me appreciate the colors of summers so much more.

Inspired by the #writephoto @ Thursday Photo Prompt

Taste of Love

Me & Y, 2011

It’s not just coffee,
or the stale sandwich
(from previous day of course –
who delivers fresh at 6:00 AM)
of any random all-night cafe I miss.
It is the corner one on stop
that was the farthest for us both
so none could ever find us,
it’s that very cafe, that last table,
the coffee as fresh as the rising sun
when we would meet for secret dates;
It is that coffee and the sandwich
I wish to be having this week –
memories of our love and fights,
of tears and smiles as we faced the world
together as one, to be forever one;
but first some coffee.

Inspired by Flashback prompt @ Toads and linked to Open Link Night @ dVerse Poetics


For almost an year before we got married , me and my husband would meet at this non descript cafe every alternate Saturday morning. I would later go to my parent’s home for the weekend and he would spend the day playing with friends. This week we celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary in a different country and I miss all those places that have seen us grow together and grow in love.

Whispers

Autumn Breath
Jason Limberg

Dreams whisper to me
at impossible times;
i carry a mirrror of my own
my ideas seeking colors,
release from my soul;
It isn’t rocket science
to drown the voices in head
but harder it is each day
to justify living to yourself;
Wether stupid, naive or unreal-
dreams can wait a lifetime to reveal
the truth behind the scene
can only be to move those peices.

Written for toads (inspired by the image)

Another idea?

“It is going to be legendary” he pinged him
“Like all other ideas?” she teased
“Mock me all you want, I am still doing it.”
“And if it fails, you would not be upset.”
“Never. I would have tried it and I know It will be fun.”
“It will be, let’s get the ball rolling on this podcast then.”


Written for Six sentence story and Twittering tale


This is inspired by a real conversation of the same topic with two of my best friends and I am so glad we are now working on a book-related podcast, to be released next week *fingers crossed*

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