Whispering Thoughts

She blended in the Metro milieu, Eerily busy, And Always scurrying to Meet deadlines. Her civilian steps scuttled Behind the Black-and-white. Shoulders ached Under the handbag. Reaching before time, Settled herself In last seat of last row Of Room 324, To escape the Judge's sight. A middle aged lady, Soundlessly Cleaning her nails With an all-pin, A man filling Soon-to-be-drained Water-bottles, Two others Discussing trivia, Yet another Busying himself Behind the computer, All of them, Living The best day of their lives. Then the banter faded. All rise. The room turned Into An arena And The battle For truth Began. Linking with 100 word song: American Authors: Best day of our lives Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Faded

The dry lands, All caked up, Bare patches, Brittle and barren, Their unbroken askant gaze, Unrewarded, Yellow skies unrelenting, The clouds come and pass, The grey tinge, Deliberately playing Hide and seek, Parched throat, Croaking hoarsely, Not until next week. Prayers rise.

START Tiny feet Tracing the terrace In summer-scented evenings, The familiar hankering Dolloped With mother's love, The bruises, The scratches, The gush of breeze On cycle-outings, The homework, Done, redone and undone, The rush of growing up In the shade of Pink, blue, yellow, red, green, Yes the bloom visits Us every holiday season. STOP Linking with Five Minute Friday : Bloom

An advertisement made me go numb today. They have this KBC set up and a girl from north-eastern India is on the hot-seat. There's this off the television audience. They cover her family, anxious but obviously happy, the street boys who might have been whistling at her till yesterday, a brother type character and general north-east crowd in that 30-40 seconds run. Then they put across this question Kohima is part of which country? The girl goes for an audience poll. 100% say India. The host says everybody knows it. Then comes the clincher but how many feel it? Goosebumps. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Whistling

The lady in red, Walked in, Ethereal looks, Prettiest Valentino ensemble, Complemented In finesse With Kate Spade stilettos And Ferragamo clutch, The beauty Maquillaged Down to the cuticles With perfection, Gorgeous all the way, A head-turner, All eyes rested on her, Sighs from Black suits, Suspirations Amongst the gowns, An admiration She swept off With her smile, Silently shuddering inside, Hiding gracefully The trembles Of impending debility, Wrinkled frame With misshapen stoop, Frail whispers Which would be Barely audible, And fading vision. Yes! The applause Would die Some day. The yearning hearts Would Find Another Lady in red To admire. Linking with 100 word song: Chris De Burgh - The Lady in Red

Enwombed, But She felt the trepidations, Of being conceived, Of lacking The Y chromosomes. She wouldn’t be Welcomed, Not even if the APGARs Supported her For The amniotic fluids had Turned hostile. They had Nipped off the bud. The flower never bloomed.

Eyes bulging From Yet another Insomniac Starlit night Spent In Fairytale anticipations And Honey toned dreams, Inspired By the crooning old transistor, Diluted And Deliquesced With the Obscurity of Pitch dark hours. By the first light The aching puffy eyes And dark circles Scream For the Obscure covers So you Walk out And face The morning In coffee-toned hues, Countersigning The conspiracy Gracefully, Making repairs With The glamour of Vintage colors Proffered generously By The wayfarers, Wasting The beauty Of the daylight Behind Those dark sunglasses, Only To bleed again By The twilight. Please, Shroud this night Behind the shades. Linking with 100 word song : Dark Sunglasses Linking with Velvet verbosity : 100 words : Transistor : It is a blog hop!!!

Name on tombstone Or Photo on wall. Silent eulogies, Verbalized In daily loss. Passive experience Of a void, Healing conscientiously At its own pace. Eventually, Somebody will Blow the dust off Of the family-album And share a story, Or two, Over coffee.

I get off The crowded Daily local After struggling With Bodies and bags, Jostling my way to front, And then hopping down Against the Trickling speed of wheels. I exhale The sweat laden Thick salty air. One deep breath. At that moment, I can/will justify All the hoopla Behind The fresh evening air. I walk back To My room Coming across Familiar faces Primarily because, We share the same routine. However, There are No acknowledgments. Except for One crippled man, Balancing on crutches, Waving out, And Muttering unintelligibly. Like a good day charm, I wait To cross paths with him. Linking with Ketchup with us Linking with Five Minute Friday : Exhale

There's a song In my heart But I am scared To Sing it Lest I miss the beat, Fall out of rhythm, And Distort the melody. The lyrics On Tip of my tongue, The music, Clear and loud, Yet the song, Unsung. I don't even Assay to shake off The fear Of Critique and ratings. I am silent. There's a song In your heart. And you obviously struggle To Hold it back. The notes Straining against The chords, The effort Enervating, And you, Hidden behind Incomprehensible Paragraphs of routine, Definitely tuned out. The forest Seemingly silent Without Your birdcall. Sing. Linking with 100 word song: Sing by Travis Linking with 100 words : Ratings : Velvet Verbosity : It is a Blog Hop !!!!