Tale 1.

We three sit all huddled in a bench. But hey, who’s complaining? I wouldn’t want it any other way. Today, he stealthily shared a toffee with me in the middle of the history class. Yesterday, it was the unusual sweet smell that permeated from him. And a day before that, it was his favorite gel pen that he chose to allow me to write with. You know, this girl to my left, she is just so adamant on us circling our places everyday. So if that were to happen, he would be on the extreme left and me thrown to the extreme right tomorrow. But no, I wont agree on that. Probably would equal a day not lived. I like how I have been sandwihed for now. There is a weird feeling that ensues, as though I rest on a bed of thorns. The pressure to be way too subtle just so he wouldn’t know. Like maybe to align slightly on him, and yet not make it pushy. He sees me as a friend he can share some priceless giggles with.

Pristine one-sided love.

Heart that lived!

Relieved

is the scarred heart

that broke; that loved;

has memories galore.

Unlike

the faint heart

that feared to love;

and did not live

at all.

Daily Prompt: Relieved

Hope!

Lying in a pool of despair. Heartbroken. A forgiving heart that has been mended way too many times. Yet, the heart does not cease to flutter. Seeking new love. Trying to forget the old scars. Being hopeful while enveloped in hopelessness.
She indeed was a paragon, of an eternal optimist. Someone who chose to see the creaky ray of light peeping through, in a room full of darkness.

Daily Prompt: Paragon

 

Invincible

Forever
a smile plastered
on her sublime face

Daintily
handling the trays
with aplomb in her walk

Elegantly
she offered
glasses of wine

Ignoring
the weird glances
some threw at her often

Eighteen
she was then
working to educate herself

Unfortunately
not many noticed
the exhausted cheeks

Veiling
the trauma of poverty
she was deeply buried in

Invincible
was this pretty girl
who would one day win over!

 

Daily Prompt: Elegant

Momentary Bliss!

You weren’t the gush I envisaged
Nor were you the jubilant splash I expected
You were akin to the melodious plop

You did not create many ripples
Nor were you as bland as flowing water
You were the light plop

Albeit you lasted for moments
You were a thing of utter joy,
I couldn’t have given a miss!

Daily Prompt: Plop

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Celebration

 

Another mundane day. However, not every day that the shackles you lay tangled in come off loose. Your emotional baggage keeps piling. It never really lightens. But today everything contradicted itself. It felt as though someone had disseminated magic around. She felt uncaged from the dungeon of negativity she forever lay buried in. Today it was about basking in the calmness that rarely paid her a visit. A day like this deserved a celebration. A cake. A sinful cake, she knew she would delve in.

Daily Prompt: Cake

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Innocence

Precariously treading on the narrow path
A broken bridge towards home
Hunger pangs amplifying
Burden within and over head
She battles day in and day out
For a loaf of bread

No toys or dolls ever seen
No tantrums ever thrown
No hide and seek ever played
But the innocence yet alive
She craves to experience
The magical childhood!

Daily Prompt: Craving

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The Voices

The clock struck 12.
The voices called out for me. “Get out from the bed. You cannot keep us waiting like this. We are your tribe.”, they screamed! “You cannot afford to stay here for long. This place ain’t safe for you. Come, we will take you to that secluded tree, where we roam around at night. We know you are that nocturnal bird, similar to us. You must no more live here. You know we are an invisible clan. We are ghosts. You too are one. You don’t believe in that is another matter. But, you must acknowledge now, that you cannot stay with humans any more. We are supernatural. We are just souls, with no bodies to hang on. Come, lady ghost! Come”, they said to me!

And I closed the book in a jiffy. My heart was already pounding!

 

Daily Prompt: Clock

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A Love Story

Buried in books, wrapped up in music was how I was
Your aura kept me enthralled, mundane things took a pause

I thought it was another mystery of destiny, and would not last for much
I gather I was wrong, apparently pessimism and me never lost each other’s touch

Suddenly everything looked bright and oh so perfect
Bad times are not eternal, change is constant – is what I suspect

An idol of simplicity were you, pure with no facade
That attribute of yours – kept me glued to you, detaching myself was oh so hard

Our fondness for each other was unfathomable, very much akin to a magnet
Poles apart were we, amazing how we clung to each other like lovers snug in a blanket

there was that heavenly time, when we shared rosy blushes for each other
You stared at me, I sensed an unknown high – those memories are all I wanna treasure

How chaste was that love, how untainted, how blemish-free
How I wish the entity was for eternity thus setting my heart forever to glee

Captivated by your magic, I surrendered myself to you
My mind and heart warned me, I never did foresee the blues

your stares were like a drug to my new-found vigour
I discovered the pretenseless me, I wished that state stayed forever

Unpredictable was our coming together, given that our love was so raw
I wonder why I now lament upon the imminent fight we saw

But now that we are back to our mushy old days
Farther ahead, I only foresee hopeful rays

Now, we are well past the phase of new found love
Silly fights occur, but our love grows with every row!

Misunderstandings strengthen the union, they say!
Our love is so mature, these issues hardly have a long stay.

Me and you, make a wonderful two,
Your arms belong to me, my lips to you!

A Nightmare In The Real Sense

“No”, I pleaded, trying to push my trembling self behind, to the corner of the room. I could feel my heart pounding abnormally fast.
“I am sorry”, I wailed. Tears kept flowing down my cheeks. Claustrophobia had consumed me all. Beads of sweat kept sprouting on my forehead incessantly.
It was dark. The room was eerie. I was fenced by a gang of ghastly-looking men. They seemed well in their late 20s. I had no memory how I had landed here. It was only when I felt one of the men groping my thighs, did I regain my consciousness.
They laughed at my cries. They would guffaw amongst themselves, every time I shrieked. My brain had ceased functioning. I tried to think of a quick plot, to run away from the scene. I tried to search for my tote, all in a failed attempt. My tote had always been home to a redundant pepper-spray. Until that day, I’d never thought I’d ever put the spray to use. But to my ill fate, I couldn’t locate my bag either. I groped my pockets hard, but I couldn’t feel my cell either.
I was in the tight clench of hopelessness by then. I was panting, gasping for breath. One of the men, came close and slouched. He tried pulling over the hems of my top, in an attempt to undress me. I gave a strong kick in his stomach, but all in vain. Another man came close and gave a hard squeeze to my breast. His pressing grew harder, with every next attempt. I was helpless. Numbness had taken over me.
I was living a nightmare, I never thought I’d ever fall prey to.

And then my alarm rang. I got up with a thud. I was all soaked up in sweat. I felt as though my heart was no more in the safe precincts of my rib cage. It took a while for my racing heartbeats to regain their normal pace.

Until today, I dread that nightmare. Every time I read any news piece stating a molestation or a rape case, that nightmare comes back to haunt me. I cannot imagine the trauma that many women go through. Mere pity can never solve such issues, I know.

Every mother needs to raise her son right. Reverence towards woman is something every mother needs to ingrain in her child. We need to cease seeing women as mere objects of pleasure. Only then can we hit the equality bar!

Daily Prompt: Nightmare

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