I forgot my IWSG post this month, and I almost forgot this...having been away from my blog for over two weeks.
Before I proceed my Friday Guest post at Misha Gericke's Blog sylmion.blogspot.com - guest post friday-rekha seshadri.html. Do check it out. My first one. :)
RFW Challenge No 44 for Featured Writer/Runner Up titles . Post Any genre, any POV. Remember the romantic element.
My attempt at Prosetry for the prompt.
Wish I had kissed you then
When Chance hovered around, flapping her multi coloured wings. We were no longer just friends, but maintaining the status quo. So afraid of saying the word, so guilty of holding back.
Now, empty words, emptier dreams, and emptiest memory that I alone drag along.
Wish I had kissed you then
A piece of You forever with me -precious and sacred, my secret visitation.
Nothing more than a Kodak moment, a rarely visited spot on the shelves littered with books and stuff - your bored eyes proclaim. Is the spot taken by more significant others, old friends relegated to a rusting steel almirah at your parents retirement retreat?
Wish I had kissed you then
Lost - the charmer, idealistic and innocent to the wolfish ways of the world.
Found - the expert rat racer, flipping through your black berry, revealing the unbridgeable chasm that separates us.
Choosing what you once said never mattered, hollow words. I see her by your side - tall, slim, vivacious yesterday as she was a decade ago, our proclaimed rose queen - every valentine.
Did you secretly wish to send her those 1001 roses her boyfriend deemed then, his exclusive right?
Wish I had kissed you then
Seeing you hand in hand - in love? So easy for you with her, impossible for you with me. Was it me who keep you at a distance, or was I just an available backup while you waited for a chance with her?
Wonder if that ex boyfriend nursed hidden wounds in a dim lit pub, as I did in crowded escalators of the latest mall in the Metro.
I could never be her then, do I wish to be her now? Do I dare find unpleasant answers to these mocking questions swirling all around me?
Wish I had kissed you then
These seven years past seem like seven lifetimes, the gulf between what we were and what you are, plain for unblinkered eyes to see. People change, it's oft said, oh, they do, not quite like you.
The real You before me in all his glory, kept well hidden from our unsuspecting hearts then, a pretender and a master of disguise? The simple, care free boy no longer, this one I'd rather not know.
Your smile is the same, but leaves no tugs on my heart strings, much to my surprise. Is it because I see with fresh insight, the smile of an all knowing flirt?
Wish I had kissed you then
On that watery night, taking refuge from knee high, black, muddy pools. The monsoon and her electric backdrop, sending shivers of a different kind amid much discomfort.
Wished I had seized a stolen moment, that stolen kiss.
No meaningless memories, not wasted years of longing.
My heart wouldn't have known betrayal.
What we were - laughed way with tears of regret.
What we could have been - unsolved mystery no more.
What we are - not evoking one sigh too many.
WC - 495 FCA
Before I proceed my Friday Guest post at Misha Gericke's Blog sylmion.blogspot.com - guest post friday-rekha seshadri.html. Do check it out. My first one. :)
RFW Challenge No 44 for Featured Writer/Runner Up titles . Post Any genre, any POV. Remember the romantic element.
My attempt at Prosetry for the prompt.
Wish I had kissed you then
When Chance hovered around, flapping her multi coloured wings. We were no longer just friends, but maintaining the status quo. So afraid of saying the word, so guilty of holding back.
Now, empty words, emptier dreams, and emptiest memory that I alone drag along.
Wish I had kissed you then
A piece of You forever with me -precious and sacred, my secret visitation.
Nothing more than a Kodak moment, a rarely visited spot on the shelves littered with books and stuff - your bored eyes proclaim. Is the spot taken by more significant others, old friends relegated to a rusting steel almirah at your parents retirement retreat?
Wish I had kissed you then
Lost - the charmer, idealistic and innocent to the wolfish ways of the world.
Found - the expert rat racer, flipping through your black berry, revealing the unbridgeable chasm that separates us.
Choosing what you once said never mattered, hollow words. I see her by your side - tall, slim, vivacious yesterday as she was a decade ago, our proclaimed rose queen - every valentine.
Did you secretly wish to send her those 1001 roses her boyfriend deemed then, his exclusive right?
Wish I had kissed you then
Seeing you hand in hand - in love? So easy for you with her, impossible for you with me. Was it me who keep you at a distance, or was I just an available backup while you waited for a chance with her?
Wonder if that ex boyfriend nursed hidden wounds in a dim lit pub, as I did in crowded escalators of the latest mall in the Metro.
I could never be her then, do I wish to be her now? Do I dare find unpleasant answers to these mocking questions swirling all around me?
Wish I had kissed you then
These seven years past seem like seven lifetimes, the gulf between what we were and what you are, plain for unblinkered eyes to see. People change, it's oft said, oh, they do, not quite like you.
The real You before me in all his glory, kept well hidden from our unsuspecting hearts then, a pretender and a master of disguise? The simple, care free boy no longer, this one I'd rather not know.
Your smile is the same, but leaves no tugs on my heart strings, much to my surprise. Is it because I see with fresh insight, the smile of an all knowing flirt?
Wish I had kissed you then
On that watery night, taking refuge from knee high, black, muddy pools. The monsoon and her electric backdrop, sending shivers of a different kind amid much discomfort.
Wished I had seized a stolen moment, that stolen kiss.
No meaningless memories, not wasted years of longing.
My heart wouldn't have known betrayal.
What we were - laughed way with tears of regret.
What we could have been - unsolved mystery no more.
What we are - not evoking one sigh too many.
WC - 495 FCA
