The Puzzle Mag - 54

Come night

the pieces 

on the bedside floor.

 attacking them with 

single minded devotion

joining, disjoining
the chaos 
the mind swirls in.


simple enough
at first glance

some fit like 

they are born to it

others belong 

so obvious elsewhere

trying desperately

fails to find

the lost one
the missing piece

of her lonely heart...

Bested

*cough*  a true story *cough* except for the prompt....

It was getting tedious.... him and his cronies from the colony as she alighted from the bus.

The third day,  well prepared ... note in hand....

Grinning sadly with the knowledge that he followed.... knowing exactly when she – book worm would be stopped.

Grudgingly admired his perseverance.  The same routine.... different words, common refrain “I like you, be friends?” *

Day one at sympathetic best...

When she knew, just polite...

Today red in her vision hearing “I’d catch a grenade for ya...”

“Catch this first” waving the 100 rupee note across his face.

Walking away, raucous laughter from hidden corners “lost the bet, pass the 100 man”

Bitter Sweet

We pass by now,

denying each other's existence

the picture lies not

we were together, happy once.

You chose filial ties 

over what was right

no grudges held, understand 

what it means to walk in your shoes.

The common paths 

we still have to tread

part of me seeks 

to mend the tear

the other glad

not having to face you there.

You took with you,

 in parting ways

the tiny bud I loved

whose blossomed flower 

I see from other's eyes.

Wonder why 

in relationships

extremes we choose

the middle path 

never explored.

Despite the pain 

I wish you well

now far from the time

when hated your voice

 on the line.

have grown enough

in such a short while

but still can see

letting go of the petty past
isn't something you can try...

( written a year ago for one who was a friend and sister in law....

 but just a distant relative now. )

# 28 Random Musings For The Day

Every artist worth his/her salt needs a muse....what if, the muse in question has a bad hair day or worse still runs off with the chops??

Lost Chances

Love came dawdling through

dressed up in all his finery

unmoved, unmindful

standing her ground

 cold masks gathered

the gift of life's bonds. 

Random acts of kindness

seemingly unnoticed

cherub's efforts in vain

door slammed shut

refuge sought that

false pretenses brought.

Voices assailing
at every turn

relationships mended

one sought

 a fraud, a hoax

the other in disdain

she kept her silence

opinions weighed

Window kept ajar

for him who

was now afar

cobwebs the spiders weave

wrinkled and quite grey
 oft seen she stands

by the window sill.

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