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Image courtesy unsanechild.deviantart.com |
Gaping heart bleeding /
Nature's fury in command /
Nature's fury in command /
Now out of control //
( For the people of Japan )
March 20, 2011
March 19, 2011
# 30 Random Musings For The Day
Funny how the recent Wiki leak bombs pound the Indian Government around HOLI.....as if we didn't have enough colourful scams already....
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| Images courtesy : Google images and Mosaic courtesy : PhotoScape |
March 18, 2011
The Final Goodbye
A short Summary : This is a series of stories on "the ordinary women" whose lives are/were interconnected, some more - some less....they are based on one or more events that affected/changed their lives...
The stories are true as far as the plot or gist of the matter go....the wordplay is the author's portrayal....
She paused at the doorstep...looking back at the room once more. Everything was as she had left it two months ago....the curtains, the dining table she begged and begged for months and finally got, her favourite couch rich blue with silver trimmings, a favourite with the only three neighbours who passed his test (well most of the time at least).
The light blue sofa still stood, a mute majestic witness to the torment sessions, mental and emotional, countless endured to the point of a breakdown, the humiliations, the constant put downs that still sent cold shivers down her spine.
His high pitched voice with a maniac quality echoed in her brain, cold swept all over her, the heart pounding at an inhuman rate...the well recognised signs of a panic attack. She took deep breathes the way her doctor has taught her, clutched a chair for support and moved to gather her few precious belongings, a culmination of six wasted years.
Every piece of cloth, a book here, a C.D there, remainders of the few happy moments she had managed to gather and salvage from the wreck that was her marriage. Her bags packed, she glanced at the house for one last time ....
The house she had tried in vain to make a home but dimly realised now was never hers to begin with. The house now stood for only loss : loss of innocence, loss of her unborn child, loss of hope, loss of dignity, loss of self worth and the greatest loss, one that would haunt her for years to come, loss of the will to live.
The lift stopped , her and bags deposited to the ground floor, the safety zone...as she turned to hug and wave at her few friends, the only ones that would miss her...never him, never him..
She saw at last in the afternoon sun....behind her stood the skyscraper tall, looming and lonely ....before her stood her mother and the cab, her ticket to freedom bought at a bitter price.
She walked with a spring in her step, a tiny smile, a smile none the less that threatened to break out of the gloom, knowing that though the road ahead was not easy, too many battles still to be fought.... He could never hurt her again.....
Wc 383 to add a 100 odd words.
The stories are true as far as the plot or gist of the matter go....the wordplay is the author's portrayal....
Apologies to any one who finds her story here.... Unfortunately, this one is mine....
She paused at the doorstep...looking back at the room once more. Everything was as she had left it two months ago....the curtains, the dining table she begged and begged for months and finally got, her favourite couch rich blue with silver trimmings, a favourite with the only three neighbours who passed his test (well most of the time at least).
The light blue sofa still stood, a mute majestic witness to the torment sessions, mental and emotional, countless endured to the point of a breakdown, the humiliations, the constant put downs that still sent cold shivers down her spine.
His high pitched voice with a maniac quality echoed in her brain, cold swept all over her, the heart pounding at an inhuman rate...the well recognised signs of a panic attack. She took deep breathes the way her doctor has taught her, clutched a chair for support and moved to gather her few precious belongings, a culmination of six wasted years.
Every piece of cloth, a book here, a C.D there, remainders of the few happy moments she had managed to gather and salvage from the wreck that was her marriage. Her bags packed, she glanced at the house for one last time ....
The house she had tried in vain to make a home but dimly realised now was never hers to begin with. The house now stood for only loss : loss of innocence, loss of her unborn child, loss of hope, loss of dignity, loss of self worth and the greatest loss, one that would haunt her for years to come, loss of the will to live.
The lift stopped , her and bags deposited to the ground floor, the safety zone...as she turned to hug and wave at her few friends, the only ones that would miss her...never him, never him..
She saw at last in the afternoon sun....behind her stood the skyscraper tall, looming and lonely ....before her stood her mother and the cab, her ticket to freedom bought at a bitter price.
She walked with a spring in her step, a tiny smile, a smile none the less that threatened to break out of the gloom, knowing that though the road ahead was not easy, too many battles still to be fought.... He could never hurt her again.....
Wc 383 to add a 100 odd words.
March 14, 2011
Haiku 9
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| Image Courtesy Flickr,com |
Each view distorted /
Disproportionate sizes /
These broken wings, mine //
The Mastermind
He had never been accused of being intelligent...therein lay his secret to success...
At first glance he was anything but impressive...a mousy looking junior accountant in a slowly popular fashion house, a stickler for rules and honest to a fault....
The reports were prompt, accurate; the books in perfect order...
When the audit firm asked for hereto overlooked records, he was all smiles and helpful, assigning an assistant their way....
As the scam was unearthed, the store keeper and stock manager suspended...he was effusive in his praise of the young interns who unlocked the so called fraud.... his mind focusing on the latest victims to be hired...
March 08, 2011
# 29 Random Musings For The Day
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| Image Courtesy http://etwinningceipreyescatolicos.blogspot.com |
Why just one International Women's Day??...
Even 365 days is not enough to celebrate our "celestial' existence!!!....
March 02, 2011
The Nightmare - Mag 55
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| Courtesy Magpie |
Weary feet in step
with the world's drum
a casual glance reveals
the carefully constructed
facade still in place.
Some normal days
solace brings along
the journey thus far
highly strung nerves
like a coiled spring
never knowing when
dim courage has bolted...
A nervous tick belies
the hidden tremors awakening
blood splattered walls
lemon souffle and fork
the nightmare begins....
Sympathetic voices
wake up to
a year ago
seems much longer
our last meal
before they took her
my only child
draped in blood
darkness covers
as they burgled along...
Haiku 8
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| Courtesy : ohwhatachristy's photostream |
The ripples settled /
A shadow, your reflection /
No more a Mirage? //
February 27, 2011
A fairy's Dilemma
The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.
"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun.
140 exact.
Microfiction Monday #72
The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.
The limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer, inspired by a photo or illustration.
"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun.
140 exact.
The limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer, inspired by a photo or illustration.
Based on a Tweet on Photo theme...
by Susan Carleton at Stony River ....check out others gems out there.
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