“No melodramatic Monday morning wish this week ?”, he asked me , sounding shocked.
I send these Monday morning messages to some of my friends every week. Though he is never the recipient of those , he does check my phone to read the message I know.
“It does not make a difference to anyone”I responded lightheartedly , trying best to hide my disappointment of my own statement.
“It matters to many. It matters to me the most to know you have not given up on doing something so good and positive in life” , he replied , looking kindly into my eyes that a minute before were full of doubt.
Inspired from 3WW
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 :
complaints growl in the head
as the probability games unfold; “he loves me-he loves me not”
love after all is a hyped emotion,
I say to my words and smile “for this moment,he is just mine”
I need no justification from him
neither would I voice my doubt “to be happy now,love is all about?”
PAD#4 : take the phrase, “100% (blank);” replace the blank with a new word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem
am just an amateur dreamer,
creating images in head
and sticking to them as i sleep;
diligently I hold, to this activity
nurturing it night and day
with enough words to paint
a time when I sleep and wake
in your arms,your smile on my face.
I see her standing at the platform, half hidden by the corner pillar; her left foot tapping to the song playing on her Ipod, looking nowhere in particular but everywhere. For a moment, our eyes meet and we smile. she turns her look away almost immediately as if hiding from me as I keep staring at her elegant and almost attractive features. Noticing all possible visual details about her, I try hard to remember her but in vain. Every name that pops in ym head is negated by the playful smile she has on her face as if enjoying the trouble she has given me. She once more looks at me from corner of her eye and looks at the incoming train for an excuse to look elsewhere.
He comes out of the train and as if she was already aware , she picks her stuff and hurries to meet him. Taking him in her arms she beams like a child who has got an extra candy during lunch time. she whispers in his ear and he looks at me with one of the most heart breaking smile. And that’s when I know who she is. I used to be her some years back ; She used to be me that time. My future baffled at my present ; My present hiding from the future ME.
I see them walk past me with a knowing smile. I miss those days. I miss him. I miss myself. Andhere I stand , awaiting for another chance perhaps.
Every heart is a room. with secret corners , sunny windows and some windows shut close. Trivial whispers circulate the room all day and more in night. this room has no walls though. you make one whenever and wherever you want. You let few people in, keep some out, throw some out after some time, and some you keep missing even after they walk out. and once in a while some one lets you in their space. A space you were never willing to enter, let alone stay. Gradually, you make it a second home. with a feeling that you belong there, with a wish to forever belong there, you keep unpacking baggage one stuff at a time each day , and packing it all a bit too many times. You dream of being asked to forever stay there, of making a passage from your heart to this – once and for all. Even a minuscule chance at such life keeps you smiling for hours. And then one day …. who knows where it will lead you …
sad that autumn comes
once the spring and summers pass
her loneliness stays.
<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>