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Sarika Choudary

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Words - they either heal or hurt!
December 16, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge 222
Final adieu

Words to be used

* FLOCK
* FLOWN
* SKYLARK
* CHALLENGE
* BIRDS
* FEATHER
* ENTWINED
* NURTURED
* FED
* EARTH
* SKY
* SONG
* DELIGHT
* SORROW
* SOARING
* CHANGE

Entry 1:

Soaring Skylark
Oh! What you did to me
I will forever remember.

Entry 2:

Entwined thoughts
She had a way with words
Giving us million memories

Entry 3:

Challenges everywhere
Nurtured us from time to time
Heavy heart, goodbye start

Entry 4:

Flocked together
Birds of different feathers and minds
You brought us together

Entry 5:

Skylark challenge
You would be with me, forever
Soaking me, in memories

Entry 6:

Delightful song
I would hum for my life
Entwined souls, Nurture...

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2019
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December 11, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge 221

Words to be used:

* PULSATING
* SPIRIT
* BEATS
* LIFEBLOOD
* PEACE

Here is my penultimate entry of skylark. Although it breaks my heart, I will go with the flow.

Her energizing Spirit was enough to create positive vibes around the house. She always laughed, giggled, smiled and talked incessantly. If she wouldn't be home one day, home felt like sanctuary - calm and peaceful.

It was a crisp Sunday morning when she woke up to the sounds of arguments, fear and anger. She dreaded to go down the stairs. She knew this Sunday would be different from other Sundays. She knew there would be splinters crawling up her skin, difficult and painful to remove. Her Pulsating blood...

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December 11, 2019
 

Weekly Challenge
Words:
- Bright
- Arctic
- Poor

Lying on the floor, I felt Artic, bone chilling cold. Cold that makes my bones brittle, numbness that runs through my veins. Even though the Bright light managed to peak through the ruffled curtains, it did nothing. When your heart's shattered into a million pieces, nothing matters. She left me, in a snap of a finger and I couldn't manage to go through the pain.

Poor I was, to the emotion of belonging and affection. Raised in the darker side of the city, I never knew what it was to be loved, until she came. She broke me, healed me and brought too much of sunshine in my life. Something I wasn't addicted to.

I woke up to the shots and sou...

ORIGINAL
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December 6, 2019
 

Weekly Challenge

- Studio
- Tree
- Marbles

The Tree that surrounded the Studio stood tall. It was so old that people of this generation didn't even know who planted it. The owner didnt wanted to uproot it. The tree felt his own. Every evening he sat under it. He spoke to it and shared with it, all that bothered him.

He was turning old and started to lose his marbles. However,  he couldn't stop himself from sitting under the tree.

One fine day, as usual, he sat under it and never got up. That unusual day, the leaves fell on him, blanketing him, as if telling him their stories.

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December 3, 2019
 

Storytime

He sat on the edge of his bed. Staring at his feet. Where did I go wrong. "How could I make this same mistake over and over again. I never change. I guess I'm lucky no one ever found out."

His feet grew cold, he started rubbing them vigorously. He wanted to feel warmth. It wasn't happening. Just like his life, his feet were cold.  

He wanted to slap himself for all the things that could have gone wrong. For all the reasons, people would have despised him. For all the hate, he would have received. How could he drape his mother's saree and apply his lipstick, when he knew people would be home soon.

How dare he defy the natural order of law and become gay? How dare he kiss the li...

MULTI COLORED ILLUSIONS
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December 3, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge 220
Words:
* SKYLINE
* CONSTELLATIONS
* RADIANT
* INDUSTRY

Grandpa sat in the balcony, a warm cup of coffee and the shawl carefully around him. He sat cross legged and looked at the sky. I was next to him. We sat in silence. But both of us knew, what was running in each other's mind. Guess that's what a granda - granddaughter relationship does to you.

The vapour from the coffee made insensible strokes and I was constantly reminding grandpa to finish his coffee. He didn't listen. Or rather he didn't wish to respond. Silenced stretched itself between us and I wasn't liking it. I wanted him to rant, vent out, shout - anything to make himself feel ok.

As I was about to bre...

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November 28, 2019
 

4 years of Tamasha:
This is a dedication to my favorite movie of all time, Tamasha. Released in 2015, it stars Ranbir Kapoor and Deepika Padukone. The movie in a single line would be, "an individual loses himself because the world wants him to be like someone else. This changes when he finds the love of his life."

This is available on Netflix, with subtitles.

She felt like Ved. She waited for her Tara. She felt bad because she was supposed to be Tara, not Ved. But, the roles in this movie isn't gender based. It's ideologies and life. Anyone can be Tara or Ved.

She turned her life around. Becoming perfect, doing the right things. As a wife, daughter in law or a mother. She tried so hard b...

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November 27, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge 219
Words:
* WEIGHT
* COLD
* PRECIOUS
* TWISTING
* JOY

It was a misty Monday morning. Nothing unique about it. The regular routine gripped me and I was trying to find JOY. How can I? I thought to self. Scrolling through the innumerable letters written by my friends, I came across Rebecca. She gave me 4 words to write anything I wanted to. It was a PRECIOUS feeling. The push I got from the prompts, made me the most happiest. I was happy writing mediocre stuff, here and there. At the back of my head, I knew if I ever need a release of pent up emotions, I can come back to the skylark nest. The nest takes away the COLD, distant feeling replacing it with warmth. The WEIGHT is ...

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November 26, 2019
 

Advice

Dear 18 year old,

Today, you take flight. You will spread your wings and fly wildly into this maddening jungle. You will feel exhilarated and jump with joy. I feel happy for you. Looking at that smile of self dependency automatically brings a smile on my face. How big have you grown up to be! I remember the day when I threw up because you were the size of a peanut in my body. I had meoning sickness as you grew and then when I pushed you out I thought I just might die.

Raising you wasn't an easy task. It meant giving up on things I loved and my priorities. But, at the end, your turned out fine.

However, as you take a part of me when you step outside, lemme tell you a few things. I...

BE YOURSELF
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November 1, 2019
 

LOL
Here is my entry. Credits : Quora answer by Mike Zsarko

Back in the early eighties before the days of cell phones you could call a phone number and a robotic voice would tell you the time. It would just keep repeating till you hung up.

I had a bass player that we used for awhile that was, for lack of a better word, a royal douchebag. He was good looking and he had a long time girlfriend. But we’d go out on the road and he’d cheat with anything in a dress. One day his girlfriend decides to surprise him while we were out on the road a few hundred miles away. She goes up to his hotel room and finds someone else in the bed.

She never said a word. She packed all her stuff and left his house...

KISS A PRINCE
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October 22, 2019
 

Storytime

These foreign streets were unknown to her. And it was getting dark. She had to hurry, else she wouldn't be back on time. She had daily chores lined up, she cannot leave her kids hungry or ignore their assignments.  She swiftly changed her mind to become an affluent Indian housewife, swiftly handling things, all at once.

She climbed down the stairs and put on a smile as her kids looked at her, lovingly. Her saree was in place, the pallu (loose end of the saree) swept the stairs as she jumped and kissed her kids.

The kids were surprised, finding their mom smiling so wide. They wanted to know what changed in her. But guess they were too little to understand that holding a paint b...

THE EDISON BULB
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October 22, 2019
 

Weekly challenge

- Studio
- Coffee
- Turtle

The Turtle swam, without a care in the world. Those who looked at it were almost jealous of its carefree nature. From the lake was it brought to the closed quarters of a Studio. It didn't make a differnce to him.

He sat on the Coffee colored rug, velvety and soft. Looking keenly at the Turtle, he realised of his loneliness. Just like the turtle. But unlike him, the turtle was happy.

He took out his camera, started shooting him and decided that his loneliness will be filled by the turtle's presence, henceforth.

THE EDISON BULB
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October 14, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge 213
* SHOES
* CHARACTER
* LEATHER
* REFLECTS

Here is my entry:

The Leather was the same - of Shoes and the belt. His Character was like the belt - spineless. But, what Reflects in the society is the porcelain chinaware, sophisticated house, rich look and loads of money and he is noble for life.

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 10, 2019
 

She hated Jeans
Still wore
Couldn't talk to anyone
Still possessed a Megaphone
Never took Pictures
Still kept on clicking
She wanted calm
But her personalities
Wouldn't allow her to

WAKE UP AND WRITE
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October 8, 2019
 

Skylark challenge 212

* FALLEN
* SMOKE
* CHILD
* INQUISITIVE

The Inquisitive nature of the Child forever took joy in the Smoke that lingered from the sins of the Fallen angels.

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 7, 2019
 

Birthday Prompt

0  I came and I saw, willing to conquer
5 They never allowed me to
3 Girl I was
1 Inhale
1 Exhale
9 I lived because I was born to be silent
8 I wanted to break free, so I did
2 loved myself

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October 7, 2019
 

As the night falls, and the cold air cools his face, he allows the tears to run freely. As he looks up to the stars he takes a big breath and sits down on the bench.

He shouldn't have done what he did. He knew it was insane of him. But then one needs to understand what goes in the minds of the boys. He couldn't have put his ego on stake.

Especially when his crush posted a viral challenge to all her friends, asking to eat the highest number of green chillies and she would go on a date with the person. He ensured that he was the last one to eat for the challenge and eat the highest number winning himself a date with his crush.

MADE WITH LOVE
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September 30, 2019
 

"Mental health? Are you insane? What bullshit is this mental health? When we were your age, people asked us about health - body,physical. Mental health is for mental people. Our family isn't mental so you sure dont act as a nutcase."

These dialogues, one can hear in any middle class Indian family. Our families are so used to proving that we are perfect examples of holistic well being. Not that this expectation is bad. But the problem is everyone isn't cut out of the same cloth. Like everyone's DNA that isn't same, everyone's mental health isn't same. How can we understand this fact?

My grandmom was a counselor, teacher, teenager, guide, mentor - all blankted in one. She always said that on...

DON'T WORRY JUST WRITE
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September 30, 2019
 

Story time

The sea was wild and the boat was rocking back and forth. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure he was going to make it. For just a few seconds he closed his eyes and thought of what made him happy, more than anything else in the world. He knew the answer - the sound of the waters crashing against the shore, the salty smell of the sea, the soothing element he always found in the no moon night sitting beside the waves. He was abandoned, who was his family -  he had no idea but he was content because the sea made him complete. He rowed the boats, helped people watch the sunrise and the sunset, children giggled because he whistled and the fishes sprang, people searched f...

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September 29, 2019
 

When I was 5 years old
I had this craving
To lick chalks pieces, walls
And smell mud
People didn't pay attention
The quirks of being a kid,
They said
Until I was doing it
All the time
And my parents were worried
They took me to a doctor
Who recommended
Calcium supplements
I overcame that habit
But the taste and smell of
Chalks, walls and mud
Never left me

I was 20
I craved for
Smell, taste and snuggles
When you came along
I became 5 again
Walls were replaced by you
I was addicted
People still didn't pay attention
Infatuation, they said
Until I was drowning in you
All the time
My parents were worried
They took me to a doctor
Unlike the past
He didn't have any supplements
For me to over...

HOPE BATEMAN
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September 27, 2019
 

He wakes up everyday and thinks, "wow, today will be the day." He gets ready, changes his sheets and lights those candles. Even though it's freaking daylight and the sun rays hit your eyes, hard.

He then has his breakfast and reads his book. The rumpled pages, ruffled leather bound diary which had his entire life written and documented. He jotted down everything, back in those days. Now, bot much. He had a routine, how much can he write about routine?

It's lunch time, he takes his salad and soup. Not a lot, to just keep him going.  He then plays scramble, all by himself. He doesn't bother engaging anyone or having a conversation.

It's almost 8. He waits anxiously. She might come anytime ...

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September 26, 2019
 

Ping
Alarm
One time ring
Vibrate

There are many ways you might set your tone for the most important part of social media -NOTIFICATIONS.

I tried setting all those, one at a time. Still nothing came from your end. My phone like me, is dead silent.

HOPE BATEMAN
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September 24, 2019
 

I stood in the balcony
Listening to that pitter patter
The sound that the drops produce
The sound that reminds me of
Your laughter
Our time together
The stolen moments
And the broken promises

Do you stand in the balcony
Reminiscing all that we had?
Or do you simply
Make a strong cup of coffee
Sit on that cane chair
And talk about how
Rains wash away one's
Guilt, sin, sorrow?

Do you bother to look
At those fresh leaves
And wonder how beautiful they look?
Just like the relation
We shared in the start
Or do you simply
Sketch them on the canvas
In dull colors
Giving lame reasons
Like
Life isn't black and white
But shades of grey
And only because it is
Shares of grey
I stand here and ...

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September 23, 2019
 

LoveLines

I would have given up
On you and me
If you hadnt made me see
The beauty of We

CONQUERS ALL
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