Here is my entry
The moon rose from the darkness, in all glory
Creating a mazarine hue on the calm ocean
Chipping off the ocean's hidden isolation - patiently
The ocean sighed, a silent plea
On its lips, sealed forever
Don't wax and wane
The hurt intensifies
My favorite line from a book is
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte"
Your fingers run through me
Digging into the deepest
Recesses of my soul
Conjuring up emotions
That I wasn't aware of
Your soul manifests itself
In a dream, that I cannot let go off
Your eyes that bore into me
Hyonotises my soul and
Like I can't enough of you
And the more I saw you
The more I understood
The false assumption of what was
And yet I looked into you
And you in to me
And we both stood confused
Did we just define fate
Or did we just defy the gods?
You went your way
I went mine
Nothing but the echo of the words
We all cast shadows
I remember a little girl
Scared of her own shadow
Never seem to understand
The trick to leave it all behind
She was scared that the black thing would suck her in
She was scared that it never appeared in darkness
She was scared that none held her hand when she trembled and shivered
She grew up to be scared of shadows
Casting black images under lights
Her trust was burned and she carried on
Until she met a girl in her neighborhood
The girl was two years old
Stars twinkled in her eyes
And her smile was dimpled
She held the girl's hand
Took her for a walk
Made a dog, bird and butterfly
Openings its wings
The little girl smiled and made mo...
My name is Misha and I come from Isha. You must be confused. After all, an addition of one letter, what kind of difference did it make.
Let me take you back. To the time where my grandparents were extremely happy and content. The reason? Kushal and Esha filled their world with unlimited joys. Two wonderful kids who never went astray in life and did all things good. They listened to their parents, got good grades, never smoked or drank, were respectful of elders and minded their own business.
Until the fateful day, where my aunt, Esha was diagnosed with a terminal disease. My grandparents turned the world upside down to save my aunt. Supernatural to nat...
Sweedle's Creative Corner
Hey, I'm attempting to write on all the three prompts.
Things you have lost
Things you have gained
Things you want to achieve
You and I
1. Things I have lost:
The yellowed crisp flower in my fav book
The smile that caused butterflies to flutter
The book that both of us loved
The fav movie cd that we fought for
The lyrics of your fav song
The shirt that smelled of you
The cologne that irritated me
The plant that we both sowed
The sunset that I loved
2. Things I have gained
A little fat around my waist
Lethargic soul, hurt heart
The ability to frown or feel sad
Cooking instant food to wipe out hunger
The ability to produce tears at the hum of a sad song
Sweedle's Creative Corner
My Daddy Stongest
Is what my daughter always sang
It's an ad from the television
Which she wouldn't seem to stop
Everyday, I dropped and picked her
From school to play dates to friends place
To me, she slways looked luminescent
I always thought of her as my moon
But you see, like the moon, she sometimes vanished
To the darkest of the places
And I wouldn't know of her hiding
No matter how much I laugh and smile
She wouldn't remove the veil of her emotions
Stoic, stubborn and sensitive
Bundled in one
And suddenly she would smile and talk and make my favorite dishes
And her smile would reach the cracks of her skin
Where acid made ugly crevices
The Game of Kisses
She loved to be kissed
So everyday, before I left for work
I kissed her
Sometimes a peck
Sometimes a full fledged, romantic kiss
This habit formed almost 5 years ago
When I came to know about
Her secret obsession with lips and kisses
It made me feel special
Like the day wouldn't go without
Me kissing her
But, sometimes when I am far away
I send her kissing emojis
Images and pics of sensuous kisses
I pout and kiss and snap a pic
Sending it to her
Knowing that she would love this little secret of ours
Little did I know of her secret
That when I was gone, momentarily
My lips were replaced with his.
Try once again!
I remember, when I was seven
And peddled the bicycle for the first time and fell
All of them gathered and said
Try once again.
I remember, when I was 10
I burnt my fingers while making chapathis
All of them gathered and said
Try once again
I remember, the first strings of violin
Came out of tune, blaring like a vicious sound
All of them gathered and said
Try once again
I remember, laughing so hard
Tears threatened to spill
All of them hushed me
Said sternly, girls don't laugh so hard, choke your laughter
Try once again
I remember, when I said
Let me fly, bring me my sky
All of them gathered
Looked at me, like I lost my mind
And asked me to ask my sky
Trying once ag...
Your lips on mine
Feels like biting a luscious strawberry
The juice of which travels through the indents
You leave on my body
Your hands on mine
Feels like caressing with the finest silks
The touch sending a thousand fluttering butterflies
To all the places you have kissed
Your body on mine
Feels like the rising sun
Warm and comforting but slowly
Burning my soul
Our bodies together
Feels like waves in an ocean
Drifting apart yet coming closer
Your love to me
Feels like home
The only problem
You are never home
Skylark Challenege 2
What do you see from your window?
"Why do you not close your window? Why is it always open?," asked my friend, as she sipped her cold coffee.
I looked at it longingly and sighed. I cannot explain her, can I? She is too logical to understand my shit. She would argue, debate and convince me that I should, in fact keep the window closed. I smiled and let it go. I digressed from her curiosity and talked about all things non sense. She left around seven. The stars playing peekaboo and I awaited for the moon to shine.
After having a lazy cooked dinner, I sat by the window and gazed. Like everyday.
I waited for him to take a u-turn that day. I prayed till my cries turn...
Skylark Challenge 1
What does purple taste like?
I never liked purple. It looked overwhelming. Too much of ambition oozes out of it. Too much of loyalty. I never was them.
And then you breezed in one fine day. Lazily, wearing a purple tie and I thought "goodness, isn't he too much?"
And then you smiled at someone, switching on 101 bulbs around me. I was blinded by the dimples and the tie.
What happened next was only a fairy tale. You swept me off my feet and started a frenzy romantic, fullon affair. I was blown over by this relation. My favorite color became purple.
Out of the blue, you left. You defied everything purple stood for. You left a taste of bittersweet memories, a taste tha...
Seven things that make me happy
1. Being with my family
2. My friends and our talks
3. A book, cup, sunset and plants around me
4. My kids who bring a huge smile on my face
5. Late night talks with my long distance friend
6. Penning random thoughts on Lettrs (makes me feel like an author)
7. Putting a smile on my students faces.
There are many, I am sure but these tops all of them.
I sit in the balcony
The scent of the rain
The splash of the water
The rustle of my plants
Invigorating my senses
I look beyond the horizon,
Searching for myself
I try hard and see,
To come up with nothing.
The word resonates
My ears bleed, my soul shudders
My entire persona plunges into dark
The strength I felt a moment ago
Replacing itself with
And the ability to
Skylark Challenge 222
Words to be used
Oh! What you did to me
I will forever remember.
She had a way with words
Giving us million memories
Nurtured us from time to time
Heavy heart, goodbye start
Birds of different feathers and minds
You brought us together
You would be with me, forever
Soaking me, in memories
I would hum for my life
Entwined souls, Nurture...
Skylark Challenge 221
Words to be used:
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...
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...
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.
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...
Skylark Challenge 220
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...
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...
Skylark Challenge 219
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 ...
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...
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...
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 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.