I lost that map

I lost that map
I had put red dots on the places
my books are scattered
my papers so smudgy
and I lost that map
In my quest for it
I find this photograph
in between some old books
not related to anyone I know
so surreal that I find it now
just when I lost that map
at some strange sound
I look out of my window
watch the snow descent
I look at that photograph again
now I try to decipher the symbolism
all the while trying to kill my imagination

"one map I lost, and I found an old world, 
one I don't recognize, but I will keep" 

cadence

when I wandered into your street
I searched for that yellow patch
it was the sun on hay
i had tried to pick up that golden powder
you had laughed at my naiveness
you too did not understand the carnival. 
the celebration of little things
the way one needs courage to embrace that

"silver light of the morning turns to gold, 
and then at night we are sprinkled with diamonds"

Thigh story (25 words, 160 characters)

His single kidney split into two.
Hissing.
Flowed on his thighs.
Yellowed.
Dried, his thighs look like the lottery ticket.
Don't eat your pretzels from it.

a raw rant

a recurring rant
rendered raw,
railing in there
my rank is rather low
rut created by you set in deep
why can't you remember
I am not my brothers
I am the daughter
you  never understood
somewhere down the line,
you stopped me from rotating

"yet you rallied for me
when I wrecked my heart"

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Sorry for this rant, but I needed to get it out. The "R"s helped and so did the limit of 55 words! More than enough, I would think!


Update: When I posted it, I was rather very angry. Not any more. So I interchanged couple of sentences. And it is no longer a rant. I could have taken it off. But am letting it stay. As a reminder to myself to control my anger.

a singing note

a speck I see afar
my eyes don't waver
nor do I move
moist surroundings still me
I see the dot getting bigger
a dog yelps somewhere
a harmless sound
yet I jump
symphony of my tapping feet
reach my eyes shutting them
when I open again
the speck is gone

"my song, your music, they dance together"

refresh the page

she stood watching the biscuit dipped in tea, 
her thoughts took her to that shapeless amoeba 
in her school biology book so long ago.

a noise broke into her reverie, 
for a miniscule moment, scaring her out of wits, 
her thoughts revolving like falcons preying. 

that lonely helicopter acted 
like a screeching tyres of a skidded car.
at the sound of deep dark silence, a top stopped spinning.
. 
with mixed feeling, 
she heard  pebbles hitting water, 
ripples of her heart going round and round. 

"maybe cheese of life melted that biscuit"

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I rewrote one of my previous works, changing the meaning completely. I edited large parts of it. Do check that out here.

wire mesh

In the pockets of her jacket

I find a button, also

piece of yellowed paper, blank.

I button it again, a blue one.

a star formed in her pocket when he got lost