Virtual Ramblings

It was never meant,
to be this way.
A feeling of guilt,
Is here to stay.
You said, its gonna be
Just another kiss
A pair of closed eyes, and,
A moment of bliss.
I knew you were wrong,
I just went along.
Moments like these are
seldom un-meaningful,
A “kiss”
never unfaithful

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I promise that this shall be the last of my romantic poems ..

The prompt today over at writersisland is “unfaithful”. Should I add that here’s my “fictional” piece on the prompt

The movie prompt over there this week is “fantasy”, I did this some time back, thought will add the link here

My Fantasy

She

Seeming ruthless,
Looking ferocious
Blinding the survivors,
Biting into the orange twilight,
A beastly, new moon night,
Slowly engulfed a beautiful dusk.

He didn’t live his twilight.
But ferocious ‘it” was,
It never listened.
What remained were just ‘his’ traces,
And a satisfied beast.

Left him breathing,
Killed his life.
Scar-less body survived the massacre.

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The topic this week at writer’s island is “ferocious“.

Also the other prompt this week is identity, I had written some on the same subject before, thought of providing the link, guys please do check them out

“He is all That”

“Identity“

A drink in their hands,
Smiles on their face,
A candle to soothe,
And a lovely conversation too .

Outrageous they were termed,
A single mom, she belonged to nineties
A tired teacher, he was of sixties

They shared something beautiful,
Battered bodies, shattered souls.

The bridge they began constructing
Was never meant for completion.

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I am just back from a vacation, and for a change am in a real good mood, I struggled to write something on outrageous but I was in too much of a positive frame of mind to think about outrageous, then I began thinking about completion and kind of struggled with that too. Hopefully this makes some sense

Waking up,
To a cold morning,
He dragged his lifeless body around,
In search of little warmth,
In search of that comfort,
In search of a little life.

Standing under the shower,
Turned the knob of hope.

Drops of cold water,
Splashing onto his naked skin,
chill biting into his cold,
A triumph through numbness.

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Prompt over at writer’s Island this week is “Triumph” and “Survivor”, and I kind of attempted a mixture of both, and in my favorite 55 word format.

Reading, watching TV, or just lazing around,
Shopping, Cooking, or just pampering self,
Dinners, Evenings, or just plain nights,

Every waking moment, she lived memories,
Sweet memories,
of “him”.

Cigarette burns on her limbs,
Deep cuts on her thighs,
For every memory,
She left herself a souvenir.

A desperate effort
Effort to turn memories
“Torrid”

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It took a long time for me to think of something on the topic “Torrid”, writer’s island is becoming very challenging.. or may be I am turning dull day by day 

Looking out of the window,
On a hot summer day,
Cloudless skies,
Hot air all around.

As though it heard me,
The sky opens up,
Pouring down, onto the streets.

Joy of watching, the falling droplets,
Experience of getting wet in the first rain,
Sharing a cup of tea with the beloved.

Left me spellbound.

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Some days back I had written about why I like rain so much, today as I woke up from my afternoon nap and started to look out, suddenly it began to pour hard, what a relief it was from the hot sun, and more importantly just the feeling of the first rain left me spellbound.

The topic over at writer’s island is “Spellbound”. Here’s my attempt.

As he walked his life
with his mortal body,
living life,
There where times when voice
became clear,
The voice from within, screaming
“this” is the right path
“she” is the right one
“that” shall make you happy.
Deaf, that he had turned
Chose to ignore.

Voice is back!,
Will it get a second chance?

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The topic over at writer’s island is “Second Chance”. I always had a thought that its not life which needs to give us second chance, because it always gives us lot of chances, its us who need to give life a second chance.

Stepping onto the grass bed,
Smelling fresh breath of moist air,
Sight of dew on those tender leaves,
The sounds of the swaying angels,
With green in every corner you see,
Long trees, wide branches,
Variety of flora on display,

Puff, went my tiredness,
zap, went away boredom,
Alakazam, Total happiness,

Magic!
Magic of green!

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The prompt this week over at writer’s island is Magic. This one is for a close friend, who loves green.

Everytime I hear the doorbell,
With someone knocking on my door,
Sometimes with a smiling face,
Sometimes with sheer seriousness,
Sometimes with the hand extended,
Sometimes with force to break open.

I find myself at the crossroads,
both uncertain,
both leading to “myself”.

Left to decide,

To strengthen the wall?
or
To open myself up?

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Prompt over at writer’s island this week is “Crossroads/Fork in the road… so here’s my attempt at the prompt

Learning an art,
Teaching a pupil,
Understanding a friend,
Growing in a relationship,
Parenting a kid,
Achieving career success,
Quest for knowledge,

So many tasks,
So many challenges.

Wish I had a magic wand,
Or a map of sorts,
Leading way to the treasure,
A solution to all challenges.

“Patience”, A treasure,
True treasure indeed.
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Prompt over at writer’s island this week is “treasure”, I have been struggling with patience for a long long time, I seem to be failing to develop the most important skill in human survival.