Rescue......( addicted to 55ers)

“Bitch, may she suffer the way I am doing!” he sat there speaking to the sea.

“Help,” it came from the sea.

“Shit, some fool has got into the sea in this rotten weather.” He thought.

“Coming.” He shouted.

“Here, take my hand, we will be ashore in no time.”

“Thanks.”

He had rescued her!

Tables Turned...(55 words)

“Ma’am, will you please explain this question?” This, from a student in the middle of an examination.

“This is easy enough. You don’t know it?”

“No ma’am.”

“Who teaches you?’

Silence.

“Yes?”

Still no answer.

“I am waiting.”

“You, ma'am.”

Now it was the teacher’s turn to be silent. She didn’t know where to look.

Beyond her............55 words story.....

She looked at the tranquil sea from the balcony of her apartment, softly playing her guitar.

“Ruhani, get on with your studies. Your friends are doing very well and all you ever do is to sit there and strum your guitar.”

She stopped playing and emptying her mind of all thoughts, she jumped down.

I believe................

I believe in inner beauty
I believe in inherent goodness
I believe in magic
I believe in miracles
I believe in faith

I believe in love
I believe in friendship
I believe in doing silly things
I believe in just being myself
I believe in people

I believe in laughing with the world
I believe in crying too
I believe in power of healing by positive thinking
I believe in peace
I believe in humanity

I believe in hugging myself in the face of adversity
I believe in being a stronger person after any misfortune
I believe in laughing at myself
I believe in all the small things we do for each other
I believe in my heart

I believe in my mind
I believe in soul
I believe in my creator
I believe……….
Just believe……

I certainly DO NOT believe in ANY religion

Another 55 words story......

“No office today?”

“Getting up.”

He couldn’t let her know today

Wearily he got up and found his breakfast served.

“I have to go early.” Saying this she left for her office.

He nodded his head and as soon as she left, he went back to bed.

He had been thrown out of his job.

Why do I write?

When thoughts form in my mind, I write poetry.
There is an inner compulsion to do that.
When I am emotional, it all pours out in the shape of words.
At times, too raw, just gushing out.

Sometimes, I write without thinking
Mostly when I think, I am unable to write.
By my writing, I let out my feelings, emotions, thoughts, views, and opinions.

Writing brings peace to the core of my heart.
It gets me nearer to my creator.
It makes me in commune with nature.

A Living Loss.....

Please read this post A Living Loss

Everyone needs to read this so that we can make the right choices!

Inner Voice

The little voice within me
Does not let me sway
When I go astray
Its gets me back on my way

Giving Thanks

I wish every one A Very Happy Thanksgiving.

I am thankful to my parents for making me what I am today.

I am thankful to my brothers for always being there for me.

I am thankful to all me dear friends.........who have enriched me just by their very presence.

I am thankful to my dear students, and fellow teachers.

I am thankful to all those people out there who have made a difference to my life.

Foremost, I thank GOD for everything.

Then and Now

Once there was joy
Now only inner fears
Cacophony inside the mind
Taking toll in its stride

Finally.....55 words story......contd from the previous one....

“Five years, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Five years, two months, 7 days and 10 hours.

“How have you been?”

“Ok.”

“See you around.”

“Ok.” Her heart was breaking apart.

“Momma?” A little boy came running.

“ Is he mine?”

“Yes.”

“Will you marry me?”

“I will.”

They were in each other’s arms, kissing as never before.

Who Did That?........Flash Fiction.......

It was well past midnight. All roads led to the Fort. The very same place, which was deserted at night, was teamed with life and bright lights. Media and security forces were having a field day. The orange yellow light gave out an eerie feeling. No trace of any debris or the perfect circle cut from the wall. No one heard any noise of cutting tools either. Everyone speculated who put such a neat hole on the top of the wall of the ancient fort!

Any explanations?

Beckoning Death....Triolet

Why is now, death so beckoning?
Enticing me into its embrace
Is it near, my day of reckoning?
Why is now, death so beckoning?
Plainly the thought is not sickening
Have I fallen from God’s Grace?
Why is now, death so beckoning?
Enticing me into its embrace!


Triolets require neat structuring and the first line has to be very strong!

Oneness

Mind attuned
Heart in commune
Soul as one
Body entwined

Words

Words on paper
revelation of my
Naked thoughts

Terrorists

People like
me and you
God knows why
God knows how

People

At times of need
ubiquitous but uncaring
When least desired
meddling and interfering

Longings

Filled with thoughts of you
Closed eyes dreaming you
Do you ever think of me?
Do you want to wait for me?
Does it matter I am afar?
So are the sun, moon and stars
Hurts so very deep I know
But I cannot seem to let go.
All that I want right now
To be with you, tell me how
Wishing for us to be together
Intense feelings lasting forever


Wrote this for a writing exercise but have not not posted it. Should I? It does not fare as a great love song though!

What Am I

What I think
Is what I am not

What I want
Is I cannot

Why is it so?
I do not know

Or do I?

55 Words poem......

what about you
makes me yearn?
what is it
i seek in you?
what am i
wanting now?

all I want is
to be with you
you are so far
does it matter?
love will pervade,
it is my belief

we will be
together one day
you will see.

i have hope
i have faith


This time a poem! Enjoying this. So what if it is atrocious!

55 Words Story......Desire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He looked with rapt attention at the cascading water down her perfect body. Desire rose through him yet again. Suddenly the love-filled night was not enough. The serpent of yearning was soaring all too soon. Picking her up, he went back to bed. The dance of love began as never before. Crescendo to calm.

So finally I did it. 55 words story!

Omen

‘Twas but a year ago, the moon shining bright,
(etched in my mind, so well);
strolled with my loved one in the orange light,
our voices intermingling like twinkling bells

Suddenly the moon grew dull.
My love seemed to have sprouted wings;
he appeared a face of a smirking skull
What I felt in my heart was a ghastly thing

Fantasy was it? For my love lay still
within my arms, his eyes aglow;
wondering why my lips were chilled.
Silently I pulled him closer, kissing him so

One year gone, the moon still bright.
Too bright, like a ghost of woe;
standing by a newly dug grave tonight
with a wrecked heart……….its bizarre you know.

Love poetry

The very soul of poetry is expressing colossal emotions with minimum of words. Love is such an overpowering and conflicting emotion. All the world revolves around love. Most are in search of love. But how many can claim they kept it after finding love? Untainted love is so beautiful. Yet, it causes so much angst and misery when mistreated.

Writing about love and romance exhibit some of the often overwhelming and ambivalent feelings that are inevitable when one opens up to the vulnerability of love. Immeasurable emotions can be condensed into a few short lines of poetry. This quest for love or anguish due to it makes one turn to love poetry. Nothing can have this gamut of emotions as love.

The greatest of poetry are the love poetry by great masters!

(Wrote this in response to an ongoing war on a writing network.)

This in reply to Preeti at Love Poetry Expendable?

Day and night

Day and night
two sides of life.
Day refreshes,
night rejuvenates

I drink on life
in the brightness
of the day.
And ponder over it
in the darkness
of the night

Summer................

Dusty winds
Hot summer day
Frozen heart

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Sweat laden bodies
Sun shining bright
Clouding the mind

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Shimmering sun
Filtering through the leaves
Shadows my thoughts