Support Stake

Can’t claim to know those eyes
but I feel, their warm glimpse.
Can’t imagine the unseen face
but with it, I share a smile.

In this fleeting world
I struggle, to balance the float.
With a kind radiance
someone presents, a string of support.

They say some are for you
while some are not.
If family is a supportive group
can strangers be family too?

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Have your dreams ever been supported by a person you’ve hardly spoken to or met? If yes, I bet that must have felt great. This free verse is a little tribute to such angels in the dark.

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In response to  Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #127’. 

Dark Side

digressed days
dumped desires
relinquished souls

lost letters
unspoken words
unexpressed emotions

There's a flood in mind
that is now a hostage of
all those hidden haunting vaults.

Winter Solstice

Dusk cocoons the day as
sparkling stars speckle. 
Solstice sky rains
snugly fractal kisses.

Velvet white veils 
cozy quilts on ground. 
Snowmen smile at
boisterous beasts.

Dreams Take Flight

Have you had a night full of peaceful sleep that your eyelids just refuse to open, in spite of you being inspired with dreams of hope to have a productive day? I just had one such today. At such times, which dreams will you let take flight – the dreams of the night or those of the day? Today, sadly for me, it was the former.

Here are two takes on the same thought; each one is a verse of the poetic form – Naani.

——– Take 1 ——–

Her eyelids refuse 
to leave the bed of peace,
impeding determined dreams 
when it's time to take a flight.

Syllable count: 25

Kill the Honour

Is it not time we kill those man-made social constructs like religion, race, caste, and class in which humans still hide their inexistent honour? Emphasizing this thought, this free verse is written with six words in each line, and a six-word story is quoted at the end.

Disparaging sanity of love, honour glows. 
The crushed dreams fuel its fire. 

Pursuit of Heartbreak

It’s easy to pop a balloon, but not break the brick wall. My heart is now a conglomeration of bricks. With time, it got stronger and stronger and is getting more harder to break. But, I keep trying clinging on the rope of hope, creeping through subdued shadows, to break it someday.

Yeah, you heard it right. I am in pursuit of an intentional heartbreak. How will it open until it is not broken? Only when it breaks and aches, I believe there’ll be ways that let in rays for an alternative exploration.

One-liner Wednesday #17

Sustain the Savour

Why don’t we often dare to go against the popular adage, “Let go of what you love; it’ll return if it’s true” and not let go of what we love or what’s worthy when there’s actually a true chance to try and sustain the savour?

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In response to Linda’s One-liner Wednesday.

Delete – Six Word Story #27

The six-word story below pictures the life of someone who knows there’s no plan B for passion, but still, deletes her digital study materials. Only she knows if she did it with the gratification of achieving or the regret of missing her dream. 

Deleted study notes…

Gratification or Regret?

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Inspired by Shweta’s ‘6WSP #69’ – ‘Delete’.

Featured image:
Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels.

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Solitude

To my left is an open window. Caged in, I let my memories wander.

Night life rushes to the front. When it’s night, why’s there light? Staring through the window at the beauty of the moon, I’ve had sleepless nights with music by my side; Lights from roads have haunted me resulting in recurrent dreams for more than a fortnight.

When it’s bright, all I see are members of the animal kingdom – the chirping birds that pluck out plants from the hanging pots; a cow that chased when I carried a heavy school bag; squirrels that get around the climber and disturb my nap by cracking open walnut shells over the compound walls; a distant well surrounded by coconut and toddy palms – a comfortable resting place of woodpeckers and Baya weavers.

To my left is an open window. Caged in, I let my memories wander.

Night life rushes to the front. When it’s night, why’s there light? Staring through the window at the beauty of the moon, I’ve had sleepless nights with music by my side; Lights from roads have haunted me resulting in recurrent dreams for more than a fortnight.

When it’s bright, all I see are members of the animal kingdom – the chirping birds that pluck out plants from the hanging pots; a cow that chased when I carried a heavy school bag; squirrels that get around the climber and disturb my nap by cracking open walnut shells over the compound walls; a distant well surrounded by coconut and toddy palms – a comfortable resting place of woodpeckers and Baya weavers.

Discovering Scattered Stars

I'm star-struck.
Share some light.
Make me feel light.

In you, I see 
The vastness of my spirit 
Spread over infinite space.

I search and soar
Beneath the bed of stars
In depths of the surreal sky.

Cascade

Even after losing the kaleidoscope, her obsession didn’t fade. She eventuated to become a microbiologist for the love of patterns.

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Here, cascade means the succession of stages or operations.

This is in response to the ‘Twenty-Words Tuesday’ prompt by Akanksha Singh @ Bulbul. The challenge is to write a story in exactly 20 words for the prompt word kaleidoscope.

Dream Comes Alive

“She was distressed looking at the slow-moving days until her victorious move on the dais was recorded in slow motion.”

This one-liner is written as an attempt to combine this as well as previous weeks’ prompt words for TWT – dream, slow motion, and quarantine.

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This is in response to the ‘Twenty-Words Tuesday’ prompt by Akanksha Singh @ Bulbul. The challenge is to write a story in exactly 20 words for the prompt word quarantine.

Clouded Thoughts

I ran to the moors chasing a rabbit. Thunder distracted me. I looked at the sky and stood there awestruck by the beauty of the mountains that were capped by dark clouds.

It started to drizzle. It felt good. I didn’t want to move. Hoping to spot a rainbow, I missed another rabbit, this time the one in the form of bubbled clouds, that crossed my path.

So is life. We chase our dreams and get stuck without working for them when there’s a distraction.

Sacrifice

She’s an adept player who knows the nuances of the game. Indeed, she finds it strategical, imbibing philosophies of life.

But, she just doesn’t understand why is it always the queen who has to die for her king?

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This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Nuance’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 38 words.

Hinterland

Mark made sure to visit countryside, the ones whose zip codes have been forgotten long ago, annually after his retirement. His grandson Marcus was puzzled by this behaviour and wanted to know why Mark chose remote areas instead of tourist destinations.

Determined, he made Mark wait until his vacation and accompanied him. Mark took him to a land so far from their residence which Marcus had never dreamt existed in his country.

Awestruck by its beauty, he started apprehending the strange hinterland hidden in his grandpa’s heart.

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This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Hinterland’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 87 words.

Home – Six Word Stories #11

Divided by walls,
Bridged by hearts!

Home… A place
of real comfort!

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Happiness is visiting
your childhood home.

Feels the same…
Smells the same!

Scented Intents

Blue haired fairy
flew away far,
transferring charges
to the green-eyed.

She cast spells
to de-ice lands,
making hearts sing
the blooms of spring!

Seeds of hope
and euphonious music,
spreading joy in the air
awakened sleepy souls.

Photo for the prompt (from scvincent.com)

Leave – Six Word Stories #10

This is in response to ‘The Saturday Six Word Story Prompt’ by Shweta of ‘My Random Ramblings’. The prompt for this week is ‘Leave’. I was left alone with boredom and so there are quite many six-word stories on ‘Leave’.

Leaves are equally anticipated and hated!

Eyes rewind memories when leaving school.

Farewell – none wanted to leave home!

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Leave your burdens to fly high.

Don’t leave heavy words remain unsaid!

Abode

Her mind was spinning,
so fast, like a broken
directionless compass.

She came from a land of hills
from a place so high
with definite height.

Hills grow in inches
or slide a little,
but it was certain.

She’s uncertain, now onshore,

Dreams

I dream and dream,
through day and night,
like it’s my only errand.

With the rise of dawn,
dreams cheer me up
for an endurance test.

During the day,
they give me hope
and sustain me alive.

I keep following my dreams
forgetting the surroundings,
yet observing them keenly.