In,
search of skin,
color no matter,
brighter or darker,
tell no one,
I will take someone,
Ssssshhhhh!
– ghost, me!
This poem is written for Poetry 101 Rehab : Skin. You can read the poem written by others here by clicking on the blue fellow below:
Short story “The Haunted Hills” is written for the Mondays Finish the Story Challenge – May 25, 2015. The task is, given the image and starting line, to complete the story in 100 to 150 words.
The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits. A crew had come to make a horror movie and it looks like the shooting is going on forever. There is no signs of movie release nor the crew. It is said that people who arrive to town, become part and prey for the movie. The town is known to be haunted. The stories of hopes are still told that people are not dead and the movie is going to be released one day. The movie crew and missing people are all going to come out one fine day. The lights and loud music through town is still heard now and then. No one dares to enter the town today.
Some say, the director of the movie is still looking for new roles. Look at the mountains, if you see the director waving hands at you, you might have a role awaited and can visit the town! Dare??
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This poem is written for Poetry 101 Rehab: Dark . The prompt demands to pen down something on the theme “dark”. Here i attempt, to keep the poem as dark as possible!
The Darkness: We see people who are abandoned and left on streets. We see theirs sufferings. We see those innocent hands begging for a penny. When we are worried about the little things that we could not complete for the day, there are people who are worried if they could get to eat something for the day. They have no clue of what is happening around the world. What they really want to know is “will their tummy fill today and will they see the sunshine tomorrow!”.
He never understood,
He never explained,
Hidden in his smiles,
Darkness and fear files.
He wore a mask,
Never no one to ask,
For it was not his dreams,
Taking darkness in his teams.
The cries of pain,
Heart with dark stains,
For all the things he dared,
The darkness itself scared.
The regrets were strong,
Never felt so wrong,
He did not knew why,
Where life seemed a lie.
Never saw the sunshine,
Or what it actually meant,
For only he could rent,
A deathbed just fine!
In the end, came all,
Looking at his fall,
Only words they sell,
“Sleep Well!”
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He sought and she ignored.
She ignored and he still stalked!
#donnowho
He found and she ignored.
She ignored and he still followed!
#donnowhen
He reached and she ignored.
She ignored and he still made!
#donnohow
He said and she ignored.
She ignored and he still believed!
#donnowhat
He waited and she ignored.
She ignored and he perished!
#wasthatlove?
Image Reference: In image and as downloaded from pinterest.com
Written for Poetry 101 Rehab: Recycle
Task: Poem for the word recycle. The poem below en-lights on how one should keep recycling the song of life.
The poem can be read from any circle, still makes sense. Life is a basically a cycle. Our experience makes us recycle our thoughts and gives an opportunity to make our life song musical and fine tune the lyrics at every phase. Life is a recycle of one’s experience.
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Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #44 – Charge and Lovers
seated in the park,
lovers caught by family,
charged with the marriage.
This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 10 May 2015. The task is to write a short story for the supplied photograph.
She was done with daily chores of cleaning, cooking, washing and other stuff and was waiting for her kids to be back. She was about to sit and switch on the TV and her kids rushed back home with excitement. She prepared snacks and tea, asked about their day at school and checked their diary for home work. She asked them to go and play for a while and return back before sunset. She called her husband asking about his work and reminded him to pick up a gift for his sister’s wedding anniversary. The evening seemed calm and pleasant as she stepped out of her home.
She started talking slow steps in her garden. The Mother Nature looked at her, smiled and slowly generated a rainbow. She had her heart filled out looking at the rainbow and kept staring at it. Mother Nature whispered,
“You make every one’s life beautiful. Here is a beautiful evening for you. A very happy Mother’s day! ”
This post is also dedicated to all loving Mother’s on Mother’s day. (Second Sunday of May 2015)
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The post is featured in Baggout.com’s Top 14 Short Stories Blog Post of Month (May 2015)!
Yayy!
Short story “I Don’t Know” is written for the Mondays Finish the Story Challenge – May 04, 2015. The task is, given the image and starting line, complete the story in 100 to 150 words.
After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart! She clearly did not know what she did not know. She had assumed that she would know it. She did not even know what she had known and what she had not known. She was in a fix. The knowns and unknowns were messing up with time. She had to decide fast. She knew that she would fix them the way they were in the beginning. But clearly, she wasn’t. It was new.
The little girl clearly did not know how to fix her baby toy after giving it a thorough bath. Then putting everything to an end she shouted,
“Mmoooooommmmmmm”
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the results you see,
when your thoughts are your sources,
are thoughts turning to things.
I was nominated by IMPECCABLE’MUA for the free style writing challenge. It’s Fun. You can read her detailed post HERE.
So here goes the RULES of this challenge:
GOOD LUCK!
I was given with the topic Watching TV
Well, as soon as I began to write I first looked at my TV in room. And exclaimed, “I am watching TV. But only that it’s not ON”.
That happens with me most of the times. The TV remains off and I keep thinking and looking at it. Lately watching TV in hostel has been in off mode only. However, yes. It’s always exciting.
Having home theatre (<– oops! spelling mistake) system at home, its always nice to watch with all family together at the lunch and dinner times. Watching ones favorite movie or reality show or anything on TV with loved ones in totally incomparable. TV has always been an entertainer. I then looked over the time. Six more minutes left. I thought I will quickly draw a TV as well.
TV is done. Then I looked at time again. There was still five more minutes left. So, here I pen down a little poem.
Screen brings the far,
Screen delights the sour.
Everything that is away,
Comes home to stay.
You might be far,
Far far away,
You might still come home,
Through my TV!
Timer Set: 10 Minutes
Total Number of Words: 183
Comments: Skipped few capitalization’s and a spelling mistake. Little weak grammar as well.
Nominations:
I would nominate the following bloggers for the challenge and the topic is mentioned below:
7. Soul mate’s – so near, yet so far
11. Any of you who is interested in doing it
The topic for you all is
“The Train Journey”
Feel free to self nominate. The option 11 makes it open to all! 🙂
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