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October 17, 2010
October 16, 2010
Black Vision
He surveyed the scene before him… the men in plume bravely waging a hopeless battle, muttered darkly, “Spanish Armada, more like foolish Armada’. He grinned savagely as limbs flew, blood spluttered everywhere, inhuman anguished cries heard.
Blackbeard waited for the exact moment, his signature stroke to be unleashed... the young man beside him muttered ” slipping”…He turned a blank eye, with gymnastic perfection somersaulted over the railing …
The opponent caught unaware, a swift plunge, the victory complete. “Hold on, your time will come” Alec Guinness to Errol Flynn with twinkling eyes and grin, as the curtains fell, audience clapped.
( For the DRABBLE DARE # 10 AT http://burrowers.blogspot.com )
(P.S. The winning entry )
# 9 Random Musings For The Day
Nothing like a cuppa of hot filter coffee to send electric spasms to your brain.... and for what : doing the same, mundane things day after day???....
You Were There
glimmering light of far away stars,
They gazed at me as
though I was their rock star.
Lips that lisped sweet words
in my soul, a chord was struck,
They made mundane words seem
more precious than the preciouss.
Tiny hands that wiped away
the invisible tears I shed,
On my cheeks they felt
like the softest of silks.
The warm body that hugged
sharing all the love it possessed,
The vibe that I sensed
of the special bond created
The look that you gave reflected
wisdom way beyond your years,
as though you somehow understood
the pain and ache behind the false smiles.
You gave me something
No one else can ever give,
The warm glow of a million suns
that light up my dark days and nights.
With you around
life is easier to face,
My strength, my sanity,
my joy, my grace.
Just remember in
the days yet to be,
This heart will beat for you
as yours did beat for me.
( Dedicated to my tiny powerhouse of a nephew Sidartha aka Sid,
whose innocence and love helped me through my darkest year )
Added to Jingle's Poetry Potluck.
October 14, 2010
The Moving Reunion
The Ramp rolled down, searching, gliding slow and steady, reaching out to the ones who had almost lost hope. It became the symbol of humanity and survival as it transported beleaguered, traumatised men one by one. The world watched with baited breath, expectantly the release of prisoners from their hot, claustrophobic earthly tomb. The unfortunate having been almost buried alive for over two months. Banners, cameras, microphones, screaming crowds assaulted the miners senses but were pushed to the background. Only the sheer pleasure of being alive, reunited with loved ones, surrounded by well wishers, concern for those left behind remained.
( Inspired by the latest and similar rescue acts across the world )
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