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Stars

“You should always reach for the stars , if you want to end up with some stardust at least”, her mother’s voice echoed in her head as she watched him walk out of the door , not for the first time but perhaps the last if she could not convince herself of the flaws in this philosophy.

With every step he took away from her, the pain in her head intensified , reaching the nape of her neck and spreading to her limbs gradually. The tears came next , uninvited yet relentless in their expression of...

answer

1. Find the crystal ball that fits in your palm perfectly.
2. Give a concrete form to your desires; your wish will be granted if the ball becomes warmer.

Helen read the instructions as she entered the cave of desires, determined to not leave till she has the answer for her wishes.

After spending hours trying multiple balls, she was yet to find the one holding key to her question when she saw Dave standing at the entrance.

“Before you seek your ball, I wanted to tell you that I wish you to...

You are my light

For every moment,
you have shown me love,
I have had a million
doubts on me, questions
on my self-worth; why for
do I deserve this light,
but for every such night,
I also remember how goodness
of a heart, needs a receptive
soul, even a little dark,
to understand the price
you and I paid for this alliance;
I remember the verses I owed
to gods of broken hearts,
begging for a reason for my tears,
to show me a way away from fears.
And it led me to your fragile soul,
hard from outside, the smiles hiding
the...

blind

Some days I was blind
To the beauty and kindness
This world offered;
Numbed by anxiety
I shrank back to shadows
And there I silently suffered;
Until he held my hand,
Not moving till I accepted
The love, the courage
To notice the other side.

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A quick short verse for dVerse Open Link Night

The vast white

For someone who had never seen snow up-close, in all its beauty and fury entwined at times, I was mesmerized the first morning I woke up to see the sun, shining so bright on the vast white shroud covering everything and every color, as far as I could see. The first snow of my second winters in this city that still felt new some time.

They said I would get bored of the snow, living in such low temperatures, the snow flurries, the storms, slipping occasionally on the ice, the bulky jackets...

Taste of Love

Me & Y, 2011

It’s not just coffee,
or the stale sandwich
(from previous day of course –
who delivers fresh at 6:00 AM)
of any random all-night cafe I miss.
It is the corner one on stop
that was the farthest for us both
so none could ever find us,
it’s that very cafe, that last table,
the coffee as fresh as the rising sun
when we would meet for secret dates;
It is that coffee and the sandwich
I wish to be having this week –
memories of our love and fights.../>who/>(from

Whispers

Autumn Breath
Jason Limberg

Dreams whisper to me
at impossible times;
i carry a mirrror of my own
my ideas seeking colors,
release from my soul;
It isn’t rocket science
to drown the voices in head
but harder it is each day
to justify living to yourself;
Wether stupid, naive or unreal-
dreams can wait a lifetime to reveal
the truth behind the scene
can only be to move those peices.

Written for toads (inspired by the image)

Another idea?

“It is going to be legendary” he pinged him
“Like all other ideas?” she teased
“Mock me all you want, I am still doing it.”
“And if it fails, you would not be upset.”
“Never. I would have tried it and I know It will be fun.”
“It will be, let’s get the ball rolling on this podcast then.”


Written for Six sentence story and Twittering tale


This is inspired by a real conversation of the same topic with two of my best friends and I am so glad we are now working on a book-related podcast, to be released next week *fingers crossed*...

Trust

When you finally realize what may be good for you but do not know how to put it in words and justify it to the world; best would to turn your desires to prayers and trust God do the change in course for you …


Linked to One-Liner Wednesday challenge from Linda G. Hill. 

On the beach

the stones shaped by years of water’s caress;
stories trapped like wet sand sticking to our skin.
You kiss my sleepy eyes reading stories with your fingers
on me and sandy beach, washed by waves
following traces of our tryst that evening.
Two indistinguishable objects – us and stones
lost in their dreams of being one;
with the sea, the sand, the sun, the birds
our first memory together, our shared secret
screamed to nature, who erased all signs
of our footsteps and wherever that followed.

Written for Toads prompt for iterpretation of alcoholic Inks.