The lone star

A lone star twinkles,

Vanishing from my sight.

Blinking to a beat,

One can't hear.

I ask it to stop

The blinking and twinkling

It says to me,

I shan't today. 

It matches my heart,

The rhythm of the star,

It looks down on my windowsill.

Where I sit with wonder,

Looking up at the sky

My heart doesn't seem to still.

I stare at the star,

And it stares at me back

A game we play all night.

For morning shall come,

The dark blanket disperse, 

And I shall stare solemnly at the sky.

***

2 am thoughts, a star caught my fancy. Need I say more?  :)

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Nostalgia

An air of nostalgia saunters in with a chill

and I stand rooted there.

As a wave passes inside me.

I give in to memories..

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Ps. Old Recycled poetry time, exam time ie!

Secrets and Silence

I am silent today

Holding in all the things together.

If I were to tell you, 

Would it scatter apart?

For it's so much easier, 

When there isn't a secret keeper.

Yet, I find myself bubbling,

A world stays in me. 

Unknown to the rest, 

In the folds of my being.

A volcano of thoughts, 

Building up slowly, but surely.

Shall it erupt? Shall it flow? 

Traveling towards the vast blue sky.

At times I'm afraid it shall burst,

Spilling those words I dare say not. 

Yet I am silent today.

Perhaps my words shall find their way. 

****

Pondering late last night, brought out quite some many questions, I absolutely had to jot it down. 

How do you deal with secrets?

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Somethings Magical

There's just something about magic. It leaves the childlike mind stumped, a teenager amused, an elder surprised,  trying to find logic behind it.  But that's the thing about magic you see, it may not make sense always. My take on some things magical for WOW by BlogAdda.

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The wind chimes sing

With the passing breeze

A child looks In wonder

Magic, it seems.

***

She sprinkles glitter over her bed

Magic dust it is, Ma had said.

Wishes and prayers do fairies hear.

Bring back my Ma, she prays in bed.

***

The rabbit was found

Under the magicians hat

Perhaps Alice 

Fell down the wrong hole.

***

She was my magic

I, her slave.

A whiz with her wand,

I vanished away.

***

Fairies and gnomes

Pixies and combs

Petals and light

Flowers pure white

Beckons A mystical world

Dreams and magic unfurled

***

The very first look,

A mother is born

What greater magic?

***

Touched my heart

Without touching me at all

It's magic, I'm sure.

***

There was something about her

I can't put my finger to it. 

The way she would figure out,

What I wanted to say.

Her ways, her walk,

Had me enchanted.

Captivated

Hooked all the more

When she spoke

I felt daisies erupt around me

In silence did her fragrance

Lure me so.

There never was darkness with her

Sunshine or moonlight

Kissed my face 

With her presence.

Oh when she touched me,

It was exquisite silk.

Comfort, passion, warmth

All at once.

For years she stood with me

A silent companion.

My everlasting strength

A personal prayer.

An enchantress, a witch

A beautiful mystery.

It was magic!
She was my magic.

***


Thank you Team BlogAdda! :)

Five sentence fiction: Anchor

"Nasir, what's that floating along the shore?" Myra shouted, her voice carrying along the barren beach.

Collecting garbage off the coast and selling it off to help their amma had become like a routine for them.

A huge crash of the waves brought the object of their fancy closer to the shore.

They ran towards it,  excitement in their veins, giggling like kids on a treasure hunt not knowing it indeed was a treasure of sorts.

In the evening news, it was known, two children discovered an old smuggled anchor made of gold on the beachfront.

****

Mum and I always had each other's backs.

While she was the anchor that held our little family together, Pa was the one who drifted away.

I never looked back and thought about why he left, the way he did.

Maybe he was free spirited.

Maybe he couldn't be bound by chains.

****

He lies at the bottom of the ocean now, her beloved.

As an anchor would plunge in the sea, did he sink, never to return. 

Too painful a memory.

What a lucky escape,  people said to her.

How could the gurgling and choking noises in her sleep she evade?

****

I never can seem to decide what I want to post for Five sentence fiction prompt.

Which attempt do you like best?

Hope

Secret keeper

Grim reaper

He shall suffer the wrath.

That who knows

The whole truth

He shall suffer the wrath.

Trust betrayed

A life failed

What use friend or foe?

Gloomy days

Shaded ways

What use friend or foe?

Understood not

Intentions cruel

The story of their life.

Kinder hearts

Beat so fast

The story of their life.

Crystals fall

Unto the eyes

Shall he know at last.

Beckoned fate

Hope awaits

He shall know at last!

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Ps. Stormy mood, Restlessness..it shall pass.

Innocence: Five sentence Fiction

The baby's laughter filled the air, sounds of innocence.

Unkown to her surrounding, dumped she was outside a garbage truck.

The sweeper had had a terrible morning, another fight with her in laws over her infertility.

Finding the little girl in the garbage bin had been shocking to say the least.

She bundled up the baby in her arms, maybe it was God's gift to her childless marriage.



This post has been written for Five sentence fiction prompt innocence