Undone.
Incomplete.
Something missing.
We think we are pieces of a puzzle,
You and I.
Faith.
Hope.
The last of our expectations.
immersed in the notion of something
that will fulfill us.
We are so intrigued with this idea
of someone
Completing us.
Healing us.
Filling us.
Sometimes I wonder…
Maybe we were born whole,
not nuts and bolts.
not a jigsaw puzzle.
nothing missing.
It holds you in its arms
Cradles you, caresses you.
Mistake it not for warmth,
for Grief is an ocean
Vast. Deep. Relentless.
Somebody, everybody and nobody
All have grief in common,
for grief spares none.
I wear it differently
It looks unrecognisable on you.
Grievance is for the dead,
was a lesson taught in school
oh but there is more to it
grief is for change, loss and being
is a lesson taught by life.
Tides and currents run wild
in its unfathomable waves
it comes to everyone
in its own time
and knocks you off your feet.
There is no running, no escaping.
When it hurts to even breathe
remember that it changes on a dime
one day, impossibly, it won’t hurt this bad
that’s how you survive.
I think I’m past it
alas it strikes again, starts again.
you can not control it,
let it in when it comes, feel it
let go of it, when you can
There are names playing on its lips,
My name. Your name.
Do you hear it?
Hearts, hammering and hurting
Soundless prayers, begging
Unfamiliar nausea, flooding over
Strength, emerging from the tears
In the distance :
A shrill, piercing screech
striving to tear
through the peripheral traffic.
Another day, Another tragedy,
Another life in the balance.
Another life hanging by the cliff.
Wanting to hoist itself above
when there’s only enough to let go
A combat for another breath
Life, the only war spoil
In the distance :
A fleeting image of an ambulance,
A whizz of sirens defying all odds
A cascade of orisons and hopes.
Another day, Another tragedy,
Another life in the balance.
Another life hanging by the cliff.
Steady then Shaky.
Erratic at best.
A few days ago, I stood by my balcony, talking on the phone. And during that 20 minute phone call I heard 4 ambulances rushing by. That is where I found my inspiration to write this. We are currently surviving in trying times. Things will get better. I am proud of all of us for facing them! More power to us.
P.S I am so sorry for not being able to be up to date with all my reading. I have been busy with exams for the past week.
But I am back now! Looking forward to hearing from all of you and reading more of your amazing pieces!
All my love and hugs to you guys! Stay safe.
1. She veiled herself, unable to accept the flaws. The world, patiently awaited her exit from hiding, ready for her light.
2. Their reluctant hands met. Sparks flew, warmth coarsed and love grew in the silence. Hiding behind smiles, they embraced it.
This is in response to Twenty Word Tuesday (TWT) held by Bulbul’s Bubble. This week’s prompt was : Hiding (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-xo)
I took two different angles at this. Let me know what you think!
The “what ifs,” the “could have beens”
cloud my thoughts and actions.
Forevermore.
They’d come back, I was told
to haunt me.
Regrets.
I go back in time
I choose differently this time.
Another chance.
I live in the past
The present drifts away.
Another mistake.
Now I am thinking
about “what was but will never again be”
Torment.
To have something
only to lose it.
Tragic.
My heart’s greatest desire
Became ghosts in the shadows.
Irony.
what hurts more
“what ifs” or “what weres”
Another question.
The past is a deadly place to live in
I wish I could tell my younger self.
A warning.
Lessons I learn, consequences I face
Forward, I hope I move.
Forevermore.
1. She looked down. A deep gash ran obliquely over her torso. Blood sputtering. White light beckoned. Was this the end?
2. It was a suicide, they said. She pulled the trigger, but their oblique remarks towards her body held the gun.
This is my attempt at the Twenty Word Tuesday event hosted by Bulbul’s bubble. (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-wZ)
This week’s prompt was: Oblique.
While both these 20 word stories are about death. They are in two completely different contexts.
In reference, to the second story, I would like to take this opportunity to convey how important it is for all of us to be mindful of our words and actions. They have great power. They can create and destroy.
To anyone who is going through a tough time, stay strong. It does get better.
The soulful symphonies of her last breaths echoed in his ears. Their souls kissed a fervent goodbye, in slow motion.
This is my attempt at coming up with a short story in exactly 20 words in response to the Twenty Word Tuesday held by Bulbul’s Bubble. (https://bulbulsbubble.home.blog/2020/08/11/twenty-word-tuesday-week-2/)
The prompt for this week was – slow motion.
This was my take at the prompt. I hope I was able to do justice.
your heart was but a beast,
a friend of the devil
that yearned to grasp
the reins of my heart.
My soul was starving,
I believed the lies you fed me
alas, you walked over my heart
until I was but a shadow
of who I used to be.
Flickering.
I dug a shallow pit
by a brook beside the green fields
to bury the memories,
the good and the bad.
I left lilies over it.
Your favourite.
Hence was the funeral
of the girl I used to be.
A familiar feeling flooded me
A chill in my bones,
I shuddered, I grimaced
anticipating the callous blow
And then all at once,
It felt cold. tyrannical. merciless.
I shuddered, I grimaced
weary of its hostility
I felt my heart beating frantically,
I heard blood rushing in my veins,
I heard my panic mocking me
as though I was powerless
A familiar feeling flooded me
A chill in my bones,
there was no escape now,
my monsters befell me
So I sat there motionless,
they finally arrived
greetings, Depression.
greetings, Anxiety.
greetings, Terror.
My Monsters.
Around him, she’d learned to dance to the rustle of leaves. He had taught her to wash away every sorrow in the first rainfall of every monsoon.
He had taught her to sing, to the cackling flames. And from him, she’d learned to comfort the howling winds.
Then one night, the celestial light had beckoned him, But she had nowhere to go. The celestial light had showed him the way, but she had lost her path.
The flames had consumed him, But they had burned a part of her too. He was everywhere, But she was nowhere to be found.
There’s a certain beauty in pain that terrifies me. It’s a feeble yet mellow allure that entices me
There’s a certain beauty in pain that terrifies me. It’s a feeble yet mellow allure that entices me
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