“A hundred miles away, or perhaps next door – the distance does not matter”, he smiles as he whispered to himself. His mother used to say this about love.
“When the time comes, love will walk into your life and take you by surprise”, she would yell from the kitchen, shaking her head at his sulking frame.
He wished to hear her one more time, one last time before he left the house forever. Tomorrow, he would be in a new city, a new country with the love of his life. She used to be his next-door neighbor then, and years later he found her, waiting for a lover from miles away
Prompt: Distance @ Six Sentence Story
Crash. Burn.Exhaust.
tears I submit at her doorsteps;
Bruised.Crumpled.Crouched.
the spirits lie split between head and heart.
She knows. She understands. she cries.
Words.Feelings.Blank.
thoughtless I wander back to her;
Tired.confused.Wordless.
she hands me to word thirsty pages.
I write. I rant. I cry again.
She saw me feed pain. She saw me bleed poetry.
.
This is dedicated to my mother who recently put up with all my mood swings and relentless questioning of myself and life. finally she asked me to write instead. I was amused to note that even she realized nothing would cure me better.
Prompted @ Sunday Whirl
Also linked to Open Link Night.
Not really unaware of her emotions,
mother admonishes daughter,
hiding well, the aches of heart,
the deep sighs in the fullness of night,
awaiting the return of love
from mere shadows,
that dance on kitchen walls
as they cook together one more time.
~
Inspired from The sunday Whirl , Also linked to Open Link Night @ dverse Poetics
surge of cares,met with
irritation,yet jolted talks
go non detached..
Written for Haiku challenge Day 2 – Theme or Word: Mother . Also linked to 3ww
She would walk in the room and recite prayers as we went to bed.But would look at us while reciting the last .Till college, I slept to her voice. Today, I sing the same to my kids :
“when the wind gets tired,
Stand proud my child,watching your breath,
the force of your life, keeping you alive”
—
Prompted @ Inspiration Monday
limited to her arms
life wove some innocent desires,
fulfilled without words.
.
.
Prompted @ Magpie Tales , Haiku Heights
she did
drink her tears
for you.
can you
drink her tears
for her ?
This is not a typical haiku. i used the 2-3-2 syllable count here ’cause the thought did not want expansion. hope it made sense.
Submitted to Haiku challenge – 28 days 28 haiku
SHE is motherly;
even the one trapped in pain
of a barren womb.
Written for Haiku Challenge – 28 days, 28 haiku
Her husband did not approve of magic and She loved him too much to accept doing it – she would be dead without any of them. Today she gave birth to another angel. And now was the time for final act of magic – to make sure she lived with her forever. She became her angel’s twin.
This story was inspired by the thought of turning back time for yourself – and this was the best i could think of a reason for doing it.
Inspired from the image at Thursday Tales ,
Also Submitted also to Friday flash 55
<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>
