Haiku 6

An Poloroid Picture digitised...

Wet footprints, dry sand

wind blown hair in disarray

blue waves behind, clash.

My Twitter #Sixwordstories In Wordle

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Time to leave past baggage behind

I have never held a magic wand

Grind your teeth, make hair rise

Heaven/hell, to each their own

One for mind, one for soul "songsnwords"

 Was in thought, walk or not?

New year resolution, fulfil or not?

The winter season but not cold!

Beaches, breeze, sand, shells, mocktails, music

Health is wealth, says the doctor

Dreaming with open eyes, the best

This laughter style means the most :D

New walking shoes, await their turn :P

Only father time can definitely tell

Too late now, walking partner gone ;

This time around, pack my mouse

Bid goodbye, till you can revisit

Ciao, fare thee well, mes amies

 Have a Flikr Friday, my wish

A tequila if its your thing.

Meeting The In Laws - The Flashback - 2

A 100 or less worded Micro fiction, with a Prompt in bold (not included in the 100 words count) that has to be left intact in the tale. Go have your fill of other creative endeavours at Jenny Matlock's meme...her blog off on my tangent. This time, though I didn't plan to take part, Jenny's comment that asked for a sequel to last week's Sci-Fi can't be refused...for a Sci-Fi/fantasy addict like me....another post in continuum...hope its readable...


Meeting The In laws Part 1 click here
The dust storms...two months of monitored travel..she stood lost in clashing thoughts...Slowly but sprightly for a 150 year old, walked to the "Minara"......took the drop pad to the dungeons, to "Asat"*  her family's section.
She had named him Benen*......her father and uncle's greed has caused damage lasting a millennia, forcing him to choose sides. 
The "Bhaa"*, his people had renamed her Mara*, now
retained as a reminder of lost love, a galactic war.
She lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest,
never sent.... his letter on top, a poignant "stars apart/forever in each other's thoughts"...would her great grand daughter's fate be different?? 



(Sanskrit: Asat - evil, Bhaa - light, Mara - the destroyer)
(Benen - Latin for benevolent)

The Walk - Magpie Tales 51

Chipped red bricks pathway /

 Dull echo less footfalls left /

Seems familiar yet distant //

Haiku 5

Green camouflage

among restless leaves

parrots duo.

Rejection

Empty Eyes,

Bereft of Emotions /

Empty Lips,

Bereft of Speech /

Empty Hands,

Bereft of Warmth /

Empty Mind,

Bereft of Thought /

Empty Heart,

Bereft of Feelings /

Empty Books,

Bereft of Words /

Empty Music,

Bereft of Melody /

Empty Room,

Bereft of Voice / 

Empty House,

Bereft of Company /

Empty Dreams,

Bereft of Hope /

Empty Present,

Bereft of a Future //

Like a kite set adrift on a bleak greying sky /

Like a wound that no longer bleeds but leaves a dull ache /

Like a barren land that knows no growth //

Emptiness that transcends

The boundaries of Time and Space /

Emptiness, Emptiness, Emptiness, 

That Rejection brings in its Wake //

Added to Poetry Potluck

An Old Ode To Troubled Times

There I was flying

high above the ocean

with dreams that blinded me,

brighter than the sun I sought to catch..

and then without warning,

my wings, I see no longer ...

I crashed headlong 

broken into a million pieces.

have reached the dead end -

and the noose looms large

to be soon round my thick neck

tightening with the passage of time.

Immunity from pain and joy alike

my wild oats crumbled and scattered

by the wild stormy winds of power

a path of no retreat.

I slink to the corner

taking comfort in the dark

lying awake many nights unseen

nursing hidden wounds to the heart and mind.

The scorching heat of thoughtless minds 

 have melted my protective armour

leaving me unprepared, unprotected

unsure and unwilling.

Good intentions, mistimed

add little to clear my woes.

I whimper soundless and

sometimes a raging torrent.

Desolation, isolation I foresee

is what life has in store for me.

(wrote this 13 years ago...my failure to clear my C.A/C.P.A finals driving me to a state of depression and an immense sense of a failure...)

(It may seem  immature in places...the fault is entirely mine...)

Meeting The In Laws

Should call this a Thursday Centus, weekly deadline round the corner..... A 100 or less worded Micro fiction, with a Prompt (not included in the 100 words count) that has to be left intact in the tale. This time its Sci-fi style of writing...that's a boon/dream come true for a Sci-fi/fantasy addict like me....whoopee!!! Go have your fill of other worldly creative endeavours at Jenny Matlock's meme...her blog off on my tangent.


Was a nerve wrecking trip in more ways than one....travelling at light's speed, through space warps was one thing....being trapped in a orb that sped along at breathtaking speed ...oops, my body is back on the colony taking in artificial air....
Atleast he is with me...desperately miss holding his cybortic hand. We are barbarians to his folks, in love with decaying bodies they discarded like old clothes a million years ago.
 As we begin to slow down, I wonder which of the hovering orbs are the parents...its times like these I love to quote old liners.."Beam me up, Scottie..."

# 26 And # 27 Random Musings For The Day

If history is a doctored version of events that repeats itself.....why are we condemned to learn it in school??


Which makes better sense : Guilty until proved Innocent, Innocent until proved Guilty?? Are there any other options??

Soul In Agony

She sits, blankly staring at the ceiling above, oblivious to the pain and voices around.

They try everything to make her ….cry, scream, rant…any noise to show she is not beyond help. Days pass by, life goes on, and people by her door. She hears, sees, tastes, feels nothing....no longer cringes at the touch of steady, loving, caring hands that hold back a simmering anger as they feed her. Her father hears an agonised scream; first in months…the mocking picture in the paper …he has been set free…to hunt flesh again. No other victim, she decides, ready to fight him….

 (Dedicated to the latest victims of rape in my small city, a 14 and a 4 year old, may they find the strength to fight back...)