Vacation

Five sentence fiction Prompt: Vacation

 "I need a break from this life of monotony", she grumbled to herself.

A dutiful housewife, her life revolved around that of her husband's schedules of hectic travelling while she hopelessly waited for him.

"We shall go next month" he said carelessly, while packing his bag for a meeting abroad.

But they never did go anywhere, for his work kept him busy over the next two years.

Packing her bags silently, she crept out of the house, tickets in hand, a smile on her face.

Golden waves

Yesterday I sat at the seafront for hours with a friend. It was oh so refreshing and thought provoking.  So I immediately snapped a photograph of it. Later my dear blogger friend Namrata gave me an idea to write something based on the photograph. As I put to paper my thoughts,  here's what I came up with.

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Rocks of solid glittering gold

Immerse in the waves

A froth of white surrounds.

Waves engulf another, yet can't hide,

The beauty of the sinking sun.

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I stand below the sinking sun,

The waves they beckon me.

What is it that troubles you? They ask

What is it you seek?

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Oh how a cloudless day it was, 

As you and me stood upon the shore.

The waves they seemed to reflect my mood.

White crashing joyously against the gold,

A prelude of the days to come,

When in marriage we would unite, 

Me, a blushing bride in white,

You, stood with a ring of gold.

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Which one did you like best? Please do let me know :)

The song of the wind

The wind whistles softly,

Over the cold sturdy rock.

The names carved in stone,

Witness of their existence.

Words assign them equal.

In graves they lie in peace.

The only companion, being 

A lone chirp of the sparrow.

Withered flowers remember, 

Aromas that honored the fallen ones.

Forgotten sighs lie,

On eternal beds of stone.

An old lament can be heard,

The lullaby the wind sings.

Somethings I'd like to forget

Small story: Fiction



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It's raining again.

I don't remember the last time that it rained so. Not since then. It was never the same. Why does it feel like the same this time though?

It feels like it was in another lifetime altogether, but it isn't so. I'm still me and you're still you. Maybe it doesn't matter now, the person that I was back then is far different from the person that I've become. More so the person that you are now, a stranger in many ways.

A stranger, that's who you were at first. It was in the rains that we first met. It was another day in June, a bright crisp morning, no sign of darkness. But as afternoon approach, so did the clouds. It had only begun to drizzle, You'd extended your hand.

"Ali" you'd greeted.

I looked up into your warm brown eyes. And shyly nodded. You looked like you didn't have a care in the world.A thick strap of leather around your wrist, baggy jeans and a simple black T-shirt.  A thin piece of metal dangling around your neck. It was much later that I discovered your name etched on it's back. Much later.

Somehow you managed to take away my shy ways, and made me open up to you. At first I was scared, it had been the first time that I'd voiced my opinions. I never thought that it would matter to another so much. But all that came long after we first met.

It took me a long time to get to know you. It wasn't love at first sight, rather this unexplainable attraction that I denied at first. I couldn't possibly admit it to you. You wouldn't let me see the end of it otherwise. Your ego couldn't have asked for a bigger encouragement. 

It was also in the rains that I saw you last. Your eyes so different then. Filled with worry. Was it for me? I couldn't believe that you were standing in front of me. After everything that had happened between us. My heart was thumping wildly, joyfully. You'd cupped my chin with your hand.

" You came," I whispered.

"I had to, this can't go on any longer"

I remained silent. Stumped.

"You've got to know, I'll remember you forever "

"Then why leave? Stay. "

"Please don't crumble my resolve, goodbye."

Your last words, remain in my ears, like echoes of a bell. I can hear those echoes once again. Like the rains had a message for me.

Like they didn't want me to forget.

Image courtesy Google

 

Hold it still

While writing this particular poem I was rather upset, yet was feeling a little content, a little excited, mingled with a little fear. I didn't know how to bundle it all up. So there's two aspects to the poem. The first is rather gloomy, dark and captures the essence of fear, pain and worry. 

The second one was written a few hours later. Although I meant it to be a Stormy mixture of excitement and fear, I couldn't put the two together. The second aspect is that of thrill, fantasy and all things 'rainbows' as it was pointed out to me by my dear sister. Hope both aspects reach out to you as they do to me.

Take one:

There's a storm inside me

And its growing each day.

How do I capture it?

Hold it still.

Bubbling with fury.

Gripping with fear. 

Bursting inside. 

Hold it still.

Too many thoughts gathering,

And answers vary so. 

Questions are in my mind

Hold it still.

Flooding with insecurity. 

Weeping with pain.

Throbbing within. 

Hold it still.

For you may try and scratch, 

The surface of it all. 

Yet moving it remains.

Hold it still!

Filling with worry. 

Gasping with care. 

Hurting below

Hold it still.

Take two:

There's a storm inside me

And its growing each day.

How do I express it?

Hold it still.

Bubbling with fantasy

Gripping with fun

Bursting inside. 

Hold it still.

Too many things gathering,

And answers vary so. 

Your thoughts are in my mind

Hold it still.

Flooding with love. 

Filling with play.

Skipping within. 

Hold it still.

For you may try and touch, 

The surface of it all. 

Yet jumping it remains.

Hold it still!

Filling with tenderness. 

Gasping with care. 

Excitement below

Hold it still.

Prayer

In prayer I bow, 

All worries fade away, 

My existence proof of your being.

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What makes you write?

I want to write

Poetry that frees my mind.

The constant chattering that keeps me awake each night.

I want to put on paper every minute detail.

Every drop of my being and every breath of my life.

I want to write

Poetry that finds a way.

To perhaps another lost soul like me.

Someone who wants to find voice through my words and can express in my words what they feel.

What is it that keeps them up at night?

I want to write

Poetry that gives hope.

After each night spent in wakefulness, 

There comes a brighter day.

There comes acceptance and understanding. 

Making me wiser than before.

I want to write.

Yes I want to write.

For there is no way better to express myself, 

Discovering and accepting my thoughts,

Through rants I call poetry.

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So I stumbled across this photograph on Facebook with the caption, complete the sentence "I want to write ..." I stared at it for a good minute before I scrambled for a pen and piece of paper to scribble on. The above was what I did write. I didn't intend to publish it to be honest, but then I realised it was a great way to interact and know what would you fellow bloggers want to write about too. After all, a Facebook post compelled me to write this one!

What do you want to write? Please do mention below in the comments :)

Five sentence fiction: feathers

This post has been written for five sentence fiction with the prompt feathers. I couldn't decide on which post I wanted to post, so here's three pieces of fiction on the same.

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Blood dripping from her paws.

Feathers scattered across the floor.

Bits of flesh stuck in her sharp teeth.

The magnificent golden cat lay in a corner, satisfied.

It was a mistake to have bought the lovebirds, she thought to herself.

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"You've got to help me find her brother, I think I've found my soulmate. She was the one wearing the mask with pink feathers."

She was an enchantress, beautiful,  more than any word could describe, such was her grace and posture.

"Surely you do not mean the one with the green dress?" His friend inquired.

"Why yes I do, do you know her?"

"Even though you've found your soulmate in her, I'm afraid she already has hers in me," grinned his friend.

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She had always excelled in school.

Her need for competition and thirst for being the number one made her a workaholic.

Yet somewhere she craved for friends, real friends.

She had numerous trophies on her desk she realized, not one memory of a friend though.

She wondered how could she have missed this feather on her cap.

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Conversations

I feel so lost tonight, 

As a lost soul for shelter does seek.

A hungry reminder of your thoughts. 

Invades my sleep, invades my dream.

Didn't you see the extent to which I had drowned myself?

To the way I had confided in all?

You stomped away when you pleased.

Not once glancing back to see.

For that's what happens when you make home of people,

And share In your deepest secrets.

They turn about and leave.

Not once sparing another thought.

I waited for many a days to come.

A sign of your return, perhaps you would someday remember? 

I couldn't blame you for all that,

For I know you far too well.

Far away have you gone already,

I haven't heard from you in a long time. 

Oh why do you trouble me while I sleep?

When shall I get that peace?

As I lie awake another night, 

On the windowsill do I sit.

Looking out at the darkness outside.

My heart with heartache does grip.

I cant believe the way I've become, 

The way that I do weep.

It can't be all for you my mind says.

But my heart does know the truth.

I can't stand the thought of another night, 

To be spent in a manner like this. 

Yet I know, the answer to my thoughts, 

A couple more nights do I have more like these.

Just another word: goodbye

Trembling hands.

Quivering hearts.

Mumbling lips, goodbye.

Thrice as good: Sunshine Award

So I must say I was pretty elated when I got the sunshine award from three fellow bloggers. Let's say I was full of sunshine! It was high time I stop being lazy and share the love that I have received from Sushree, Namrata and Sachin.

Now Sushree does brilliant fiction, human emotions so well played. I'm always in awe when I read her work.

Namrata does beautiful poetry, I always enjoy reading her work!

Sachin has a beautiful space: Photographs, music, posts and poetry!

According to the rules of the Sunshine Award

* Display the award on your blog

* Show your gratitude and link back the person who nominated you.

* Nominate Up to ten of your favorite deserving bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.

*Link the nominees in your post, and let them know.

* Write TEN interesting things about yourself.

Since I am in love in poetry, we are involved you see, my Nominations for the Award are:

Nilanjana: This woman knows her poetry too well! I think  know I'm in love with her writing :D

Ankur: His poems have this raw intensity, awed!

Amrit Sinha: I wish I could steal his poetry. Brilliant work!

Jyotsna Bhatia: MAD haiku skills. Really!

Soumyajit Pradhan: I regularly stalk this blog.( Poetry of course*grins*)

Fiza Pathan: Another brilliant poet, published too! 

Shreesha Divakaran: Raw, brimming with emotions, heart wrenching at times.

Rajlaksmi: You could lose yourself in her page. She breathes poetry methinks.

Priya: Okay this one isn't poetry, but books. Recently stumbled on this blog, love at first sight.

Mia: Her first attempt at poetry, based on a bag of chips. Yes I want to read more from you!

Now the difficult bit, ten things about me:

I'm a perfume freak, I've lost count of the number of perfumes I have right now.

My blog was created due to lack of sleep, hence the name Midnight scribbless.

The word 'midnightscribbles' was taken up while registering for the blog, so I sneakily added an 's' at the end. Are you checking now? *grins*

All of my poems are written in one go and under mere minutes. If I find it difficult to write, I discard the poem. No editing either, that's why they're scribbles.

I suck at talking about myself, but somehow I can express that through poetry.

I'm extremely clumsy, bumping and falling everywhere I go.

I've been a shy person all my life, ever since I've started blogging, I've changed just a little.

I'm struggling to give ten points about myself lol.

I love baking, reading and writing.  I could happily spend a lifetime exploring the three.

I dream of travelling to each corner of India, each city, each town, each state at least once in my lifetime.

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There's so many more bloggers I wish I could share the love with. On varied topics like fiction, books and photography.  But I limited them to poetry :)

Silences Resounding

Words are the only weapon I have.

Silence is the only shield you've got.

Not once did you stop me.

From accusations I threw at you.

Could it be that it was true?

Or was it your mere resignation?

It remains to be a mystery.

That I shall know not.

Your absence has made it clear.

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Your words slice through my heart

I remain silent..scared.

My speech would've betrayed me.

Told you my heart's true desires.

The truth shall remain a mystery to you

You deserve a content life.

Not one of mourning and sorrows

Only a few breaths shall I take

Silent I will be for eternity.

Entrapment!

It was a trap.

She had set the table for two.

The perfect dinner, a perfect evening in store.

He would not know what hit him tonight.

Dressed in her best outfit.

Blood painted on her nails and lips.

Revenge at last.

She concealed the knife under her table, a mere hand away. Easy to grasp. Easy to kill.


Her sister would get peace through her deceitful love.

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The age of questions

I'm a 23 year old woman, who has recently completed her master's degree. I'm working quite happily with my family business that has taken me places in the past three years.

Most of my friends are either hitched,  engaged or hitched with kids. So its not surprising that I get asked a lot of questions about the next most apparently obvious thing in my life. Just a small background I thought I should perhaps give you before I shall reveal the questions that annoy me and make my blood boil.

The ten questions that I absolutely hate hearing are:

1. So, when are you getting married? (Uhm what?)

2. Oh your best friends are all married, perhaps you're next? ( It's their choice, not mine!)

3. Are you dating? Do you want to marry him? ( None of your business!)

4. You're 23 na? No plans of getting married soon? (So????)

5. You know Suresh's uncle's cousin's neighbour's daughter is getting married. (Get the underlying question there? )

6. Asked by those Aunties you rarely meet. "Oh beta, padhai khatam ab shaadi?"
(Studies over, now marriage? Is that all to life really? )

7. Why don't you do MBA if you're not planning on getting married? ( Yeah right! Please explain the connectivity of the two. Seriously I love the way things are right now.)

8. At a cousin's wedding, " You know the groom's brother is quite handsome. Do you want me to set you up? "( No thank you please! I'm here to attend a marriage, not start my own story)

9. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED NOW? (Ahem, what part do you not get?)

10. Mom: "Beta, what do you want to eat? " ( Okay I secretly love this one. I love the way mum is so blissfully different, not once has she ever questioned me about marriage. Thank God! But the one question she never fails to ask me is this one. *sigh* I love you mum, I really do. I can eat anything and everything that you will make for me. Even if it's pizza or boiled egg. You don't need to ask me at all! )

Ps: I have nothing against marriage, it shall happen when it happens. But I do hate it when everyone is hell bent on asking me the same question over and over again. I'm sick and tired of this question, the next person who asks me this shall have a curse from me, to be forced to suffer back to back Himesh Reshammiya songs running in their ears. I think you get the idea.

So, what questions annoy you?

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This post is written for Indispire, ten questions that you hate.

The rope outside my window

Every morning as I wake up,  the first thing I do usually is look out of the window. It's become more of a habit for me now. It just feels fresh and lively, my way to enjoy the five minute peace before I kickstart my day. I enjoy watching the pale rays of the sun seeping In through the window. There's usually a few birds chirping, resting on the cable wires that connect the buildings together.

On one such day I noticed a couple of birds playing on a rope. They would swing about getting caught in the rope and within minutes would be free again. The following poem would perhaps explain it in a better manner.

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I stand by my window,

Enjoying the beautiful view.

Of the vast blue sky

And the morning dew.

The times are changing,

I could see upto miles away,

Now buildings are creeping up. 

My vision of the horizon destroyed

There's a fifteen storey building,

Coming up right in front of me, 

Bound by bamboos and rope around

Covered in a massive green cloth.

The birds they would glide above it, 

Enjoying the vast blue sky,

Now they hover over it,

Like over a graveyard they fly.

Now there's a certain floor,

The tenth of the building I think, 

Which has a long rope hanging about,

Like a playrope does it swing.

I've seen many a bird stuck in that rope,

They seem to enjoy the hang,

Getting stuck and untangling themselves,

What goes on in their mind?

I wonder if anyone around me,

Notices the bird's little game.

I wonder what shall happen of the birds,

When the building will be complete.

Shall they hover about another building, 

Shall they continue the same?

Shall someone perhaps tie a rope,

For the little bird's game?

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