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A two-edged sword! I hurt and I heal..

Before the ink blot dries

What do i write today?
Fiddling the pen between my fingers, looking for an inspiration here and there, the tip of my pen touches the paper long enough to have made an ink blot. I sat on my usual study table which once belonged to my father. There was always an uncanny sense of his presence embracing me in protection. I felt light at heart and mind. A long lost tune reverts back to my mind , I start humming to imitate those notes. Soon enough, I remembered the entire melody. It was a tune the flute seller played while he sat under the great banyan. I , as a kid, stopped by the banyan everyday to hear the old man’s music. He played the same tune everyday, the kind that captivates your senses and leaves you goosebumps. I always felt it had a story to tell of celebrating life and of those little joys. He seemed tired and feeble , strongly evidenting how trapped in the cycle of time he was. His slender fingers wrapped in dark, wrinkled skin tapped the wooden pipe alternatively fabricating a tune that seemed to teleport me to a different world : some days there were lush green fields and endless blue skies; while other days there were golden sand and the sea infront was like a rippling blanket of brochure blue; although the tune remained same each day. Strangely enough, it never seemed monotonous to me. It always rejuvenated my mind like the summer rains. The rains that brought life onto those scorching days. I never quite remember myself playing in puddles or sailing paper boats in the clogged drains after the heavy showers. I was always vaguely distracted by the smell of the fresh rain on dry earth, or sometimes the water droplets clinging onto the grass blades that looked like beads in a row, encapsulating the entire scenery into its spherical envelope;or mostly I would be inside, stretching my arms out of my bedroom window, feeling the drops tickling my palm. That bedroom window of mine treasures many such memories. I often found little kites stuck in the pane trying hard to free itself. The colourful bouyant objects flowing upwind fascinated every kid to their hearts. Few of the unfortunate ones that found way to my window were returned to the owner with great care while there were others that remained unclaimed. And I unapologetically added them to my collection. I never learnt to fly kites but half a dozen of those diamond shaped flyers found shelter in my cupboard shelf. They carried the scent of some distant lands with them. I let my mind wander to those lands looking for inspirations and experiences. It fed the poet’s soul within me and usually I built a story out of those. But today. What do I write today?


The White Rose (Part 3)

Read part 2 here

Chris couldn’t look into David’s eyes. He took the paper weight in his hand and started juggling it. His lips mumbled and his spectacle kept slipping down the bridge of his nose. Continue reading The White Rose (Part 3)

The White Rose(part1)

Bare bodies,hugging skins and wet cold eyes.
A husky voice called out, “Diana!Diana!”. The lady lying at the edge of the bed, clad in a sheer white robe, jerk opened her eyes. Her face lit up to a honey-glow in the shimmering light. She looked up into a mesmerizing and penetrating gaze. Continue reading The White Rose(part1)

An Overcast Afternoon

Stone grey clouds hung from the sky,
the look of a vindictive angel.
Embraced me in pensive sulks!
Its edges torn, an ice cold pace;
of what I learn the bygone’s in disarray.

It swells and bursts into pit-a-pat notes:
Creating a magnificent poetry of its own,
Tickling the grass and caressing the earth,
Painting serenity over the graphite sky,
Enabling life to the widowed and wild blue yonder.

The chaotic drops danced around,
Sprinkling beauty to what it found,
A crystal clear mise-en-scène;
Which was once a note,now a song.

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Aditi Raha
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What lies across the river?

“Arrrrghhhh!! Captain Yellowpants, here I come.”, cried Ayush with his plastic sword in hand and pounced on his big brother.

“Yo ho ho! Matey, bring it on!”, exclaimed the older one and grabbed his little brother by the waist as they chuckled in the back seat of the car.

The lady on the front seat seemed lost in some abstract thoughts. As the car waited in the ferry line, her husband consolated,” Don’t worry, Ayush will be happy there.Its the best boarding school in town.”

Ayush recalled a line from his Civics book, “Happiness is where family is”.

Word count:100
A flash fiction based on the featured image.This is an entry in the #fridayfictioneers  #photoprompt challenge by Rochell Wisoff. This week’s photo is contributed by Ted strutz. Check out the other entries here. Gratitude, Rochelle.. πŸ™‚

Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt challenge: #writephoto Β ” ILLUSION”

Here’s my contribution to this week’s #writephoto challenge.Hoping to touch souls.Thank you Sue for the challenge and to the photo prompt contributor as well.Click here to read other contributions. Enjoy!

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
There’s a light they say,
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel? 
I stare in dismay.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel!
I fear the unknown.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,
Hope anchors the soul!

The light at the end of this path,
Castaway the disguise,
There’s the light right at the end,
Invent and recognize!

There’s a light at the end my friend,
The wars will subside.
The light at the end you see:
An amicable world to survive.

There’s a light right there,
The evils shall perish,
A light at the end,
Victory will be ours to cherish!

So there’s a light at the end my dear,
Rise in valour!
Strive till the end,
Break the tunnel through!

But as I stand at the end of the tunnel,
I see no spark or glint,
Cause the light is eclipsed under the facade lies,
The light had always been within.

Copyright 2017 Aditi Raha
All rights reserved.

My Happily Ever After

Happiness for Her meant seeing Him smile. Happiness for Her meant sharing the drink from the same bottle. Happiness for her meant dancing together freakily to an equally freaky tune. Happines for Her meant His warm carress in a winter afternoon. Happiness for Her meant flaunting the same Tees together. 

Happiness for her meant finding a husband, a boyfriend and a best friend all in one person. 

She often imagined her life to be all rosy and beautiful.She sitting on her favourite chair near the fire place in a cozy winter evening, sipping on a delightful cup of tea. Her Man awaiting the words of appreciation to pour out of her lips. She would tease Him with unexpected expressions and they both would burst out in laughter on their childish games. Then there would be days when she would read out her poems to Him and he would look into her eyes in admiration. The clock would stop ticking anymore and they would make love over the linen sheets. She loved to be wrapped in his warm carress. He loved capturing pictures of the sunrises and the sunsets and she loved watching Him  maneuver the camera. She loved dressing up for Him because He was the one who noticed the tiniest aspects of her personality. Her Man made her feel beautiful in all possible ways.She dreamed that one day her Man would escalate to great heights of success and She would be a proud wife to have been in love with such a wonderful person.

Snow was something which always delighted her. She dreamed of touching the first ever snow flakes of the season while holding His hand. She dreamed of autographing her own books while He gleeming in cheer. She dreamed of a cozy little home where they would nest the rest of their lives. She wanted to serve him with all her worth, vigour,charm and respect. She happily dreamed to be a proud possession of her Man. 

The mornings would start with the best ever cuddles. Then the furious fight to get ready in time. He would always be late lurking around with unwanted tasks just at the 11th hour and she would rescue him with the speeding skills. She always dreamed of helping him with the ties. He is always so impatient in moments of hurry. Then they would have rushing bike rides to the office. The evenings would be quiet and cozy. Someday they would enjoy the football tournaments together while other days would be  devoted to the Black Holes and Singularity discussions. His love for food and her love for him would finally bring up new cuisines every day. She was so not an expert in cooking but she would put her heart and soul into those. She dreamed of her nights too. The nights had to be warm wrapped in his arms and then she would doze off to a new day. She even dreamed of how he would scold her for not being able to do the tiniest of tasks correctly and then takeover the whole thing. She loved being loved by him. She loved being in his protection.

She dreamed of her whole life with Him. She often dreamed so and smiled. She believed. Dreams were her only hope. She found her Man in her dreams. So she chose to stay in her dreams forever. 

She dreamed of her Happily Ever After. He was her one and only Happily Ever After.