The hopeful need

To know that you are wanted

The days that brings with every sun rays

The hesitant steps, the swishing of the gown

And The hope that the doorbell rings

Is it such a dreary thought?

The bed is warm and the lights are out-

The rustle of the sheets whispers

The moment feels heavy

Waking up to the sounds of the whistle

The aromas of coffee that lingers

In the kitchen and the dining room

Knowing that it'll awake within few moments

Is that what you want?

Is it how you wanted?

Then why does the back cramp

From deep within

Those tears that refuse to fall

The eyes that resign themselves

To the need that they crave

One knowing glance and a loving hug

They search and then settle down 

At the sounds of his footsteps

It's time to smile

It's time to bend acquiescence

It's time to put on a mask

The dawn breaks forth

And yet another day has begun...

Oh! To be a fly!

Oh! To be a fly. Sitting on the bouquet of flowers next to the armrest of the couch, while my favourite hero writes. To be able to delve into his thoughts. To be able to understand why he is what he is.
Oh! to be a fly. To watch how he does it every moment of his life. Being so gentle, so caring and so loving. To watch that twinkle in his eye. To read his mind while he sips his mug of tea.

Is it a difficult task, I think to myself.
Aren't we all similar to him in many ways. So how or what is it, that makes him tick.? What is it that makes him more wanted by others? I'd like to know more.
But do I really want to know. Or am I content with just knowing him for what he portrays. What he reveals. What he writes.
It's a maze in there. Inside my thoughts. It's confusing. It's overwhelming. But am I ready to let go of my picture of him?
I think I need some more time..some more moments cherishing what I have had in my dreams with him.
I let him be. As he writes. As he thinks. As he smiles.
I fly away. Back to my world, to my existence, to my happy befuddling rumination.

In response to the word prompt of the day Fly over at Marathon Bloggers 

Hopes

Where is that horizon?
The one that was to be
The rosy tint it gained
Has suddenly ceased to be.

Is there hope?
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seemed to glow brighter
And then it was darkness

The futility of it all
The sighs and cries
The hands that held
Waved a goodbye after all 

The eyes of the world..

He had tried his best to be what the world wanted him to be. He had tried starving, gym, surgery. It just didn't help. He now needed help to just sit. His weight was just not letting him be normal.

They found his body a day later

They said he died because they wouldn't accept him..

Written in response to the prompt for 55 word fiction at Marathon Bloggers

Sighing away a dream

Standing in front of the unfinished building she looked, with a tear in her eye. The bay window in front was to overlook the garden where the little one could play and she could watch from her kitchen. The dream of the gurgle and the sparkling laughter. It would all remain ,just a dream...

This is in response to the 55word fiction prompts at Marathon Bloggers.

Weighty pleas!!

If he looked at it one more time, I'm sure a voice would have been heard
But today looked like the forces were against him. He had pleaded one last time..but alas! The needle refused to budge.
Watching in mute shock, the weighing machine just smirked


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This was written in response to the prompts at 55ers a 55 word story over at Marathon Bloggers 

Kissed, oh! So tenderly!

Stark white, fresh green, dewy petals. Struggling to open.
The diluted rays of the morning sun
Sashaying across the sky
Leisurely, with no purpose
Sweeps down , planting a tender kiss
And the shy petals blush in wide surprise

This was in response to the prompt 'That tender kiss' at 'Marathon Bloggers' a week long attempt at doing a 55 word story

Just as I was leaving....

The silence in the bedroom sent me into panic. The one-eyed teddy winked at me. I knew I ought to find him before it was too late. 
One glance inside the kitchen I thought. 

Just as I was leaving, I heard splashing sounds from the bathroom....one year old Arav gurgled from behind the toilet

Written in response to the prompt 'Just as she was leaving' for the 55 word prompt at Marathon Bloggers

Is it love?

He was inaugurating the new store. He had said 8 o'clock. She was breathless with excitement and love. She had worn his favourite color.
Few minutes more ,he would be home, to pick her up, so she switched on the television. Smiling bright and happily, on the screen she saw, he was cutting the red ribbon...

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  This is done as a part of a week long 55-word fiction attempt along with Marathon bloggers 

Pathless dreams

A smile that could lighten
The hearts and souls
The presence, the absence
Making it felt

The seconds ponder
The voices linger
Thoughts arise
And stand still

Dreams ride on a journey
Moving along paths
Parallel to their thoughts
And emotions across

Fulfilled ambitions
Soaring upto the skies
Seeking support
Clinging onto the other path

Weighing it down
Not letting it fly
One dream and the other
Watching it dissolve

Trying to reach out
But feeling just empty
Sparkles, where once
The bright light just shone by

The clouds that ground you!

The mist that descends onto your face
The gurgle of the Teesta that flows by
The conifers that stand tall
Straining your neck as you look above

The peace that transcends
As one gets off onto the ground
Bringing to reality the green of the valley
The swish of the leaves as you pass by

The peaks dotted with snow
Keeping watch on those that traverse below
The white, the absoluteness that strikes
All around, like a sentinel in stride

The city with dreams, that is
Wreathed in the clouds, and puffs of snow
One view that takes your breath away
The view of the peak that stands highest

Gangtok, and the smiles
The rosy cheeks, the ice cold air
The maggi noodles, one can't ignore
Woolens, hot tea, snowflakes for all to treasure

The armed forces, brave and proud
Working relentlessly
Keeping our borders safe and secure
Conditions always being ignored

Keeping me grounded
Yet, continuing to dream
The chime of the bells
In the temples that pervade peace


This is the city, i'd love to always go
When my head's in the clouds
and the brain in storage
It will always be one of my favourite spots to be.

This is my day 10 post for 'Marathon Bloggers'

Between You and Me

Silence stretched like taut strings
The sounds of the night breeze stirring
Eyes searching, feeling
The melancholy of the night

Between you and me
Lives a story, titled and dreams
Lines being written
Goals being reached

Between you and me
Smiles we see
Songs we hear
Music that heals


This was in response to the prompt at Sunday Scribblings 'Between you and me'

In the eyes of honesty!

Doorbell rings
Later it seems
tired of staying up
snoozing along

Comes in when time
seems to wait for him
but never for her
always hanging in between

Decades of promises
Honest needs
never fulfilled

You've changed, he says
How so?, she asks
Silence hangs on
heavy with lies

Love, security
Presence and touch
All this and much more
Wished and yearned
she did..

Respect, trust
Love and warmth
None she received
Give she did.

This is in response to Sunday Scribblings'http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.in/ Prompt "Honest"

Does it matter?!

She sighed as she looked across the pool. Her kids had grown and didn't need her any more to chaperone them. But she wanted to do something with her time...and she yearned to hear voices ...It was a lovely sunny morning and the morning chores halfway through, she knew she didn't have to rush through any thing now.

She stepped out and stood watching. The pool was overflowing with laughter, splashing water, giggles, screams and lots of noise..seeming so peaceful amidst all the sounds. She felt it in her soul..it seeped through. It was her moment of peace.

She knew she had to grasp it like tender silk strands. She watched the tender moments passed between a young mother swimming and her toddler by the pool trying to reach out into the
water. The look of awe in the little child's eye's at the feel of water and the mother's mixed emotions, that of love and concern. The language was clear...no need for words, but it was clear. The child moved back a step and the sigh of relief on the doting mom's face was soothing.It was then that she remembered those stormy seconds ...

The grinding of the jaw, a slight twist of his head, the downward curl of the eyebrows - she sensed it before it erupted. So she walked into her comfort zone : the kitchen...hummed a tune and ignored the raging fury behind her. The door banged shut, and it was only then she had felt herself breathe..

Her mother had reminded her all through her childhood...those days when her eyes spoke with such clarity, that it sparkled...with honesty and amazing innocence. Can a lifetime of moods and unspoken words befog those luculent eyes. How easy it was to hide those feelings, those emotions, and those yearnings..it just made the language of restrain all the more easier.
She smiled to herself.

She had outwitted the language of her eyes to maintain a semblance of peace....the serenity which her soul pleaded...but she knew it wasn't the end.

The tears welled up...

When the world conspires to pull them down
the lil fingers reach out
they reach out to the hand
the one they know
will pull them up

They hope for the smile
the smile that will lift their spirits up
from the upsets that they faced
the hopeful beginnings
that threaten to cloud their happy tracks

Old order changeth
bringing in the new
unseen as it may seem,
it gets better as it ages
new replaces old, but never to hold
just plain cold.

The hand stretched out
slowly drawn back-
the hand , larger and stronger
holds back,knowing not how

The tears , welled, behind the lids
were the dreams and hopes
of a smaller hand
precious, raw
unexposed to the laws of the land.

From dad with Love!

The ringing of the doorbell

the glimpse of a card

each year

early morn

yet to fail

the crispness

of the note,

hidden inside

treasures all the love

handed over

to the daughter

who smiles in anticipation

for the sameness

and tradition

each new year

Ambling along!!

The alarm rings, and out she jumped, no snuggling between the blankets, no turning away from the nagging ringing of the clock.

She finished her chores, and gingerly chose the socks that she was to wear. Would it match the blue stole Manju had bought for her? It didn't matter, after all, it would be hidden inside her long pants...oh yes!! She should check if she had taken her wallet.

Mmmm, it was right there where she had kept it on the side table. She had kept everything ready last night, hadn't she? She got ready and she started out, in the grey of the morning.

It was still and just the sounds of the neighbourhood strays barking, could be heard. She was a wee bit scared. Should she wait for a while more till the sun danced out of those clouds?

She thought otherwise...it would make her change her mind. So out she stepped.

The walk to the garden, one of the very famous ones in her city. Many early morning walkers could be seen huddled inside their warm clothes and walking or taking a stroll. The fervour inside, was a different scene altogether. There was so much activity, one would assume there was a race to be run. But that was the scene every morning.

She entered the huge gates, a small , figure, who could have been camouflaged amidst the many trees. She ambled along to the tree, the one she had seen on her walks everyday and seen many smiling faces under the sprawling branches. She had never stopped untill now, but now she waited.

She looked straight ahead, knowing that , that was the path that would be taken. She looked into her wallet yet again, and counted the coins. There was all of 4 coins.

She smiled, a knowing smile. When she looked up, her smile brightened, one that could light up the entire space. She didn't move, she stood looking with that sparkle in her eyes,while he trudged along, leaning heavily , taking support on the brand new birch John had gifted him. He wanted to walk faster, but he knew he had to take it easy..after all they had a lot of time on their hands. He strolled upto her, and looked down at the cheeky smile. Hands held, they walked up to the cafeteria a few steps away.

" By two coffee, please"
The small helper boy with a toothy grin, handed them the 2 glasses, helped them find a place to sit down.
" Ajji ( grandma), sit here"
and walked inside, a grin on his face. He needn't go back for another hour he knew. After all he had seen the old couple everyday for the last 6 months. He just smiled.

ps. by two coffee, is a very popular way of asking for coffee, when one doesn't want the entire cup of coffee. It has become more of a habit in this city and many just ask for this, by two coffee.

The prompt at Sunday scribblings was 'Coffee', and this was what got into my mind first thing.

Lonely yet again!!

And then one day....I saw it...
all balled up and rolling away from me.
I wondered what that was!
Though it looked way too familiar
to my very discerning eyes

Wasn't that the same color
or was it part of the set?
No!!! I'm sure I had seen it elsewhere
But now it isn't there.

Once long ago, when they were bought
Longings for those stripes,
Same colors as the mob
Short and ankled, its what it was!

Wore it with pride, pulled up the legs,
of those denims hard and worn-
A teeny bit peeping out
For every one to know

Now a day after it went in
to the tumbing it had to get...
Rinsed and scrubbed, by the machine
And out its supposed to get

All fresh and smelling clean
bright and squeeky but seen
Tumbled over the remaining pile
Oh! Alas, where did it go

I can't find it , yet again...
and once more it gets to be
The lonely old soul
with none who knows better
how it would be..

Living the life a-single
It was just meant to be
once again and yet again
A lost sock trying in vain!!

Cherish the nights!

The inky blue darkness

descended on me

It was time to let go

and blend into the fading lights.

It was the time to forgive

the moments of the day

and then who could say

what in the next few hours lay?

It took me long moments

To unwind

Thoughts, and fears out aside

Welcoming the beauty of the night

What should I make

for breakfast and later

Will he come early tonight

Or later than ever?

Read through the crawling words

of the fairytale and heroes

Eyes drooped into a close

Till I could think no more.

Sleep, beauty soul

Think not what lies ahead

Cherish the wonders

you've been gifted instead.

Believe and Soar!!

A few years back, when the movie 'Space Jam' had released, one thing had struck me as amazing, and it stayed in my memory for ever. To this day...It was the song 'I believe I can fly' .
That song, had the ability to take you to a different realm of life. My dreams would soar with the lines, and I could feel my mind gliding through like a seagull.
It was indeed a lovely inspirational song. I still sing it when i'm down and out...it helps your spirits soar and fly ..
And this prompt here at Sunday scribblings just had to make me put these words out.

Oh monkey mind
tamed though you may not be
Watch out for the star
twinkling above the sea

Minds drift in and out
dreams floating about
Happiness is all you want
The mind is again on its jaunt.

Let the goals soar
up and into the sky
higher and higher
reaching out to make you fly

Its all in the mind
positive thoughts, one of a kind
Let your thoughts soar
Saddened emotions left behind

Up , up above and beyond
let them grow
'You can do it, yes, you can'
don't give up , try once more.