Looking at him from across the street
She felt nothing
No sparks, no heart ache, no butterflies in her stomach
All she felt was morbid remorse
For the guy who once swelled her heart with false promises which she rode upon
He may have treated her badly
But he gifted her a precious gift for a lifetime
Holding on to her daughter's little moisty hands
She walked past her past
To beautiful misty future. .
The newfound freedom made her take unknown paths
It mesmerised and tantalized her to great extents
She craved a path of self reliance
Destiny she did reach
Great success was her saviour
But what she lost along the way refused to come back to her
Somewhere along the path it became her distant rusty memory
Which she thought she will dust upon later
What she couldn't understand
Once lost many things will not make it's place to your heart
Her inspirational friendship withered upon to extinction. ..
"Aren't you afraid of the dark? "
He asked her
Gulping down the reminiscent recurring thoughts upon she said
"Why is that ? Badness lurks in darkness . Ain't it?"
"I have met monsters in broad day light"
Was her answer to him and the untouched blazing societal norms
Sankar's writing prompt
Stereotypical thoughts and notions have always ruled our society. They are like the deep rooted disrepancies which can never be completely rubbed off.
Just because a girl is single doesn't mean she should have a boyfriend.
Singlehood is not a licence for people to ponder upon and make decisions for a girl. Whatever she is whoever she decides to be it's her own individuality perspective. Being single or committed is never an issue. What matters most is the ability of people to understand that girls are to be respected upon for who they are. Independency should never come with a hefty price. It is something we are born with and are blocked upon unnecessarily . Giv...
The day she holds you tight
And her hugs smell love instead of perfume
You are in love..
He loved her for who she was
She made him what he is
Their love story was perfect
Timing wasn't ...
Haiku challenge 4
A caged heart oozes gloom
While a free heart breathes life
Neither at par
"But papa I love him"
She replied between sobs of unclattering crying
Her father didnot utter a single word expect ask her
"Don't you love me dear?"
Her mind wanted to throw him out
Her heart clutched on to him dearly
Atlast mind won the race
Heart defeated upon with serious injuries
He left her but his memories haunt her till date
On the road to being perfect daughter she lost her will to live
And gave upon her meaning of existence - his love
But seeing her father smile in ages
The laughter that lights up your world like a thousand watt bulb
She knew someday somehow her heart will be sewed upon
Scars or not it will work again
Pumping out selfless love
I don't want an expensive gown
I don't want a magestic hall for the ceremony
I don't want heavenly delicacies
I don't want a big ring
I don't want thousands of gathering to witness upon
I don't care about bridesmaids
I never thought about the groomsmen too
I just want you and me
To be ringed together into a blissful peace
At a beach in the sunset
In casuals we may be dressed
Our small world locked together by our parents
Our wedding vows just need to be what we feel then
I wanna laugh saying "Idiot I love you too"
As the last rays touch the sea
I wanna run along with you holding hands tasting the saltiness of the sea in your lips
And take ...
Haiku challenge 3
Isn't it quite strange
How we crave idealism
Yet speak polished lies
Motivation to do haiku challenge for first time - Brindha
They danced the night away
Amongst the merry chandeliers
Shimmering glittering night sky
Basking in the afterlight of young love
In the company of utter peaceful soltitude
I loved him enough to let him go
He remembered me enough to call me soon
Maybe we are imperfect and stupid
to the world
But to me we are modern day Romeo - Juliet
Who already drank the poison of life
And kissed death and came back laughing
I have already set out our life together
A small house by the hillside
Two chubby twins
Running around all day
He beside me
A small beautiful family
These are all recurring dreams of life today
Waiting upon the day our hands interlock
And the sunshine falls on us
And we build our moonlight together...
Movies always take you into another realm another world. The standard of Indian cinema has somewhat been at the epitome of perfection. There are movies that make you happy or sad, some which may want you to kick some bones and some which leave you dumbstruck and astonished .This movie I watched with my father sometime back made me reevaluate life. It is a Tamil Movie "VISARANAI"
Brilliant is an understatement for that movie. Terrific performance , excellent screenplay, mind numbing direction and the story will leave you in splits. It tells true horrifying story in a simple rusty manner. The movie will leave you with a heavy heart and soaky eyes . Watch it to learn the true spirit of cine...
" Look at her hair!!!! How long it used to be! Girls these days do non existent things in the name of FASHION murmured the society looking at Sapna. ..
Far away in the hospital bed Advaita touched her new hair, caressing it ,holding it and interlocking her hands through her hair all along giggling to herself ❤
The laughter of Advaita overshadowed, overpowered and crushed the attack and unbreakable scrutinizing gaze of societal norms
STEREOTYPICAL MINDS WERE NAILED TO THE COFFIN 😇
Penning down her thoughts she wrote
" I loved him
He loved her
I made her his
He made me his sis "
Chuckling she drank the last cup of broken heart ♥
Sugar excess coffee
All served up
Their plate of marriage
The very first day
Laughter filled their arteries
Love blossomed in their veins
Arranged marriage at it's best
His broken heart and her weakened soul were sewed together for humanity crisis ............
Winning and losing are two sides of the same coin. Flip it or throw it only one side shows up at a time.
The recent match and loss of India against Australia had people in splits. I just think it as taking one step back to jump 10 steps again. The losing of the match doesn't put them in jeopardy. When the two best teams of the world face off losing and winning doesn't matter. What matters is their true sportsmanship which India has in true sense . As a proud Indian, I wish the Indian team all the best for coming matches and they are gonna make their victory next time a treat to see! ! Hip hip hurray India✌
She was not broken
Sadness an understatement
Happiness was an overstatement
Something was missing from her jigsaw puzzle of life
A reassuring word, a delightful soul
Was all was needed to be dusted upon her
To bring back her soul to her heart
He came along like the sweet sunshine
For some it burned them
But for it was enticing
Saviour was he in an outshining armour
Once again the missing piece of puzzle found place on her face - her smile...
LAST TIME I SAW RICHARD
Martha Lucia's prompt
Death takes away invariant things from us. For some it is a relief , for some it is the starting of an unending journey to doom but for Richard death holded meaning of revisiting yourself and wiping out the irrepairable mistakes that let you pity yourself ..
The last time I saw Richard was at his wife's funeral. Reckless driving and unstable mind of his cost him his dear ones life. Standing at the far corner of the church, his guilt consumed eyes didn't shed a tear, but his hands had symbol of the love they shared - lilacs ; his wife's favourate.
He didnot utter a word. Placing the lilacs over his peacefully sleeping wife's casket he took hi...
Her big hazel brown eyes looked at him in a persuading way. He looked at her lovingly.
" What do you want her to become? "
The overjudgemental piercy red eyed society asked him
Clearing his throat holding his little Angel closer to him and away from the shackles of society he said
"I want her to feel the sun's first rays
I want her to experience hazy rain and last winds
I want her to enjoy her first walk
I want her to laugh at her sweet words
I want her to fall and get up confidently
I want her to dress the way she yearns to
I want her to travel and carve out her own path
I want her to paint out her beautiful future adorned with her handiwork
I want her to grow above all "