The broken memories
goes back and forth
to find its way back.
The broken memories
fragments of which
pricks the heart at times.
The broken memories
wailing, for a bit
The broken memories
like roses, spreading
peeking from the past.
The broken memories,
is it my dilemma
or the broken memories
calling me back?
Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – Broken.
31 days 31 posts. I made it. It comes as a surprise to me because I never thought I had it in me what it takes to commit to write daily.
I am so over the moon now. 🙂
Signing up for the NaBloPoMo – October was truly an impulsive act. I didn’t think through about writing every day for the next 31 days. But it turned out to be a wonderful journey.
At the 31st day, I am happy that I trusted that impulse to sign up.
to the sorrows,
and to the dreams that withered.
I wanted to ask,
What happiness are you waiting for?
The one that make you smile?
Or the one that erases your sorrows?
Or the one that covers up your wounds?
I wanted to ask,
Why your dreams are untended?
In the wait of the perfect moment?
In the wait of the sunny sky and snow covered earth, all at once?
In the wait of a sign from the universe?
To all your dilemmas,
Offering my shoulder to cry on,
Aiding you, at times of your misery!
But there was no you,
When I turned around
To hold on,
When it was my time
To share the woes.
Scarred am I,
Only because of your betrayal!
Wounded my heart is,
Only because I trusted you!
The pains, the obstacles, the hardships
All can be gone,
In just a moments notice.
Never the let down, though!
Alone I walked in searing pain,
Missing a shoulder to lean on!
Through trembles and shivers,
I crossed the obstacles.
The scorching sun,
The battered leaves,
The icy puddle,
I met with.
I strutted and raced,
I heaved and paced,
To find my way,
In the stormy weather.
I bickered with myself to give up
I reasoned to continue.
Yes, I need an ear to pour out my yearnings,
And to grieve.
How dull the dreams are,
Or mundane the predicaments.
It’s blessing to have someone who listens merely,
And to be someone who listens!
A bliss that guides one in moments of despair,
A vision that clears the moments of hesitation.
“Life isn’t fair, sweetheart. If it was, then I would have been married to the football captain of the school, not to the science club head!”
“If she married him then you would be talking to your dad in prison now, honey, and I don’t think he is in a position to buy an iPhone.”
“And dear, don’t tell me that you prefer the timed visits than sitting here relaxing,” James said turning to his wife.
Lori smiles as their lips meet.
Christie scoffs at the conversation realizing her iPhone dream is not going to come true anytime soon.
A foggy morning,
when sun hid behind the clouds,
creating golden clouds,
bringing his palette from yesterday’s dusk,
giving us a chance to wake up to the
She was thrilled as he got on one knee, gently taking her hand and let the words out, “Will you marry me?”
Though they never told each other how they felt, both of them knew that they loved each other. After all, there is something mysterious about those untold words, as they tried to speak their heart through gestures; love is undying when words are carried through gestures!
As she was about to say “yes,” he stood up and asked “How was it, Amy? You think she will say yes?”
Heartbroken, she said “yes, who wouldn’t? ” then he took the ring and put it on Amy’s finger, taking her by surprise and said to a teary-eyed Amy as they embraced each other, “That’s what I was hoping you would say, my dear.”
“Lights in Diwali,” they said it was, brightening the earth.
Is that how we appear to the people from below?
Wondered all of us, alike, never seeing us from distance.
Lights in Diwali accompanies with puffs of smoke, why so?
There is no smoke around us other than puffy clouds.
And those thundering noises from down there, how it happens?
Because dear, it isn’t perfect what they are doing there.
Our lights are natural, but they are producing it artificially.
The smoke and sound are byproducts of their ignorant doings.
Stars are wonders of night, never could replicate it elsewhere!
Sona was his friend, no best friend, no best friend forever. They were together since high school. It’s been 14 years now. They got married to each other last month. And today standing in the cremation ground, he cried his eyes out before her ashes.
Shekhar knew that life can’t be perfect. But his life was an exception, he thought. Shekhar was aware that his friends were jealous of his perfect life. Every piece of the puzzle found its way right on time in his life. Of course, it wasn’t just easy as others thought, but Sona’s presence had made all the difference to him. She always had his back, always, back when they were just kids and he ran into troubles, till few days back. He was the mischievous kind, as a kid, but she brought the good out of him. He owed his life to her. When Shekhar left his well-paid job for following his passion in photography not only did she encourage him to do so, she was defensive when his and her family went against his wish.The bond between them was so strong.
It’s been only five months since Sona was diagnosed with Brain tumor. Between the constant migraine attacks and her demanding work, she didn’t suspect anything else until she fainted in her office one afternoon. Things took a delirious turn since then. Doctors gave her six months time. Shekhar and Sona had postponed their wedding because of his change in career.
Shekhar knew nothing could be fertile now. But he wanted to fulfill her wish though she never asked him. He insisted on getting married soon. And finally, a month ago they got married. It didn’t matter to him that she looked like a mere ghost of Sona, that her glow had faded. Shekhar could see her eyes twinkling with love for him, he could sense her heart beating to spend more time together. He knew that how much she would miss him, but she was always careful in not letting him know her concerns. Because she knew how much he would miss her. He was the needy one. He needed her assurance to move forward, always.
She had become his habit. With her gone there was no one else to comfort him.
He wept his heart out.
Written based on the prompts Defensive, Fertile, Needy for Three Word Wednesday.
Dear ten year old me,
It is Diwali tomorrow. And I am not excited as I used to be!
Did you ever think that such a day would come in your life? Remember those Diwalis back in the day where you were excited just to burn the crackers. Of course, you remember! For a 10-year-old fireworks and sweets were happiness and beyond. Diyas and new dresses were only part of the celebration. Then visiting friends’ houses, burning more crackers, which ten year old kid didn’t love that.
How you fought with your sister to get more share of crackers for yourself! Remember, how much you wished to become a grown up and burst the crackers as much as possible, all by yourself, with no dad and mom telling to stop! Remember, those days when you waited to go back to school just to share with your friends how much fun you had!!
Did you ever imagine that when you become a grown up you would get tangled in life’s messiness so much and one day you would forget to celebrate Diwali, or lose interest in celebrating Diwali? Is that coming as a shock to you? Had you known this you would have never wanted to grow up, would you?
Today, I don’t have the excitement of that ten year old in celebrating Diwali. I crack the fireworks to see my kid’s smile. I make sweets for my family to enjoy.
Diwali with my ten-year-old self was much more exciting because then I used to enjoy just for me. Pleasure was all mine because you were there. It was you who made it possible for me to enjoy Diwali to the fullest! And today, I miss you. I wish you were here to make me feel the liveliness of Diwali once more.