Whispering Thoughts

The beacon of Unwavering luminosity Claws and scrapes At dark night, Ripping it apart, Devouring the pieces Like a savage, ruthless beast. Untamed and livid, The night falls again, Only to leave in shreds. The joy in her heart bold, The dawn celebrates The victory. Of light within. Of beauty over beast. Of day over night. Until dusk And then Complement and complete. Such is their love. All lines are blurred, Hazy mists of dawn and dusk, Transcending boundaries. And such is their love. When the beast turns human, The beauty, An illusive beast. And, Such love is not sin. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Beast Linking with Five Minute Friday : Leave

Ten minutes on a busy Monday and my mind travelled back to home. My second week of Monday musings for today borders heavily on my hometown love. Dear Monday, I was in heaven for last few days. That is what home feels to me these days. Most of my conscious life has been spent away from the place but deep down i am still a girl from a hilly hamlet. Rooted to the smallest dot on the huge map of landscapes. Far away from the clutter of ever evolving technology driven savvy human beings. People here know each other by name, by face, by parentage and by everything that defines being human. People are still concerned, definitely nosy and snoopy about the affairs of society at large. Seemingly, the concept of societal welfare was born here. That the term welfare is relative and far-fetched is a separate matter of course. So smallest event becomes a breaking news spreading faster than fire. Smallest joys become events of lifetime. A Dominos in the town is a thing of prestige. So is t...

The ears ache for that voice, That distinct accent of yours, Only a reverberation now, Difficult to replicate and repeat, Eyes miss you at the doorstep, Everytime, Patiently waiting for hours For my homely retreat, Your mundane musings, Constant and consistent, Simple small things That you would have loved, Simple small things When you should be around, Simple small things That widen the void, Simple small things That will never be same again. Your rosary beads Gleaming in the dark, Your staff by the side of your bed, Your things, Untouched, unmoved. Your lingering presence, In the atoms of your room, You are not just a picture on the wall, You stay with us, Obscured by the misty realms Of the world beyond Yet so conspicuous, So very conspicuous. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Staff

This week I begin a new series. And I am going to call it Monday's measly minutes Every Monday we sweat it out at our workplaces and we are bombarded with deadlines and exigencies and issues and reports. And midst this professional clutter we forget to live and breathe our Mondays. Hence these Monday's measly minutes. Just ten minutes for something that I would love to do. Ten minutes of writing, ten minutes of flow, ten minutes for myself, ten minutes by myself and ten minutes after my own heart, ten minutes that I am determined to make worth of on a Monday. And we can all connect over these ten minutes ... Encourage ... Motivate ... Inspire and Admire. I am going to pen my Monday diaries. To be able to share what the day has offered to me, my thoughts on titbits, hopes for the week ahead … basically anything and everything that comes to my mind .... And my reflections are going to be typed and brought unedited as they flow for ten minutes straight... I guess the real c...

Long days have given way to long nights now. The dusk descends and the darkness envelopes in its folds. The dawn too is covered in a foggy misty blanket, thick and totally opaque. The extended summer has now finally given way to the sweetness of early winters. When smoked sweet potato, roasted corncob or american corn tempt the taste buds. A cup of coffee, a book in lap and a mild shawl wrapped loosely against the balmy chillness. Just sitting in the balcony in the rocking chair looking at the infinite panorama. I lack the nuisances of accomplished prose and poetry and thus fail to do proper justice to the many delights of winter ... But I crave the splintering winters, thick and numbing morning dew, swirling noon mist, rings of smoke amidst hushed whispers, words vaporizing in the mist, chimneys ablaze, fire in hearths and warmth in ... Linking with Five Minute Friday: Long

Sombre black nights Of receding moon, Deep darkness Contrasted by the Brilliant lights of civilization, The nigrescent spread Bejeweled with Ruby crimsonness, Complemented by the Citrines, emeralds, sapphires, Amethysts, opals and tourmalines, The supernal happiness Surrounding All sentience. While The days are whiled away, Easily, In the clamor of files, Undoing and redoing efforts, Shielded Behind the conjuring tricks Of sunlight, The twilight wears The vermilion mask, Turning into a perfect jester, Eventide flawed with nostalgia, Impeccably swathed in jocosity, The dim dusk Clothes itself in fragile mirth Of lights, gifts, and celebrations. Oh, and I long to be home. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Jester

What do i care for the Autumn winds of the night For even when the last leaf hath fallen And none remains to flutter in tandem A green little twig, An infantile promise remains, Likewise, the whispers of dawn Cradled in the lap of genial breezes. Winds delight. Linking with Five Minute Friday : Care

Days blend into evenings sooner than expected. Clocks mislead. So by 6P.M., the cloak of dusk has already fallen over the urban camaraderie. The bustling traffic looks like red and golden streaks against the dark backgrounds. Ardent, ablaze, aflare and aroused. The twilight is set alight by very many festive Chinese illuminations bedecked like brides on the four walls of skyscrapers, shopping malls, and houses. After all, it is "the festive season" of India jam-packed with back to back celebrations, with barely breather days inbetween. Despite the glowing LEDs, my evenings are always draped in black cafards. Bedight with melancholia. Linking with:  Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Cloak

Dearest Flipkart, We all know that the plan was huge. It would have re-written the history of e-tail in some glittery and glossy chapters. But it busted and ruptured mid-air. All the image building and brand building has been brought to a near cipher. The internet based social platforms are full of complaints and hurtful messages. The damage has been done. And the questions galore. Both on the survival and modus-operandi of the e-tail. As far as I am concerned, I believe it is ok to dream big, falter, gather ourselves up again and fight back. Nothing wrong. But in the process, do not play with the trust of we, the distant customers. Don’t mess up our orders simply because we are not there right before your face, checking the size, color and stuff you are packaging for us. Do not mislead us with your pricing strategy if it is unjustified because we are relying on your brand name and not comparing the prices. Do not promise what cannot be delivered rather than...

It’s a holiday. Only not for her. The house is Spick-and-span. There is fresh dinner On the table. The laundry is also done. Not to forget the now mollified tantrums of grandsons. Finally, I sleep to the honeyed sound of her lullaby.

New is what is beyond the known realms and new is what we do not know yet. But new attracts. And, New fascinates. Be it a new addition to your wardrobe, To the accessories in the closet, New satchel, New books, New class, New anything. New has always promised An inexplicable joy. Formidable yet encouraging. Like testing waters with caution, Yet forging ahead. New beckons. New begins. New ends. New is celebration of life. Every breath is new. Every thought is new. Every single eye blink reveals new. Every sunrise is new. And every sunset Is different from the previous. New is the rule of survival. New maketh the plasma of living. The scramble of words, Cannot put together what new means And why new matters. It can only cement That new is the only law That works Without calling for amendments. Linking up with Five Minute Friday : New

The day's done. The birds, who had flown out for food and fodder, at the break of dawn, are now returning back to their nests, warmed with autumn foliage. Hungry fledglings awaiting anxiously, the moist crumbs of love, the warmth of stories, the snug laughter. The winged tinies, tucked in, the blanket, the neatly woven yarn of twigs and sprigs, safe and secure. Their little hearts yearning to spread the wings, dreams contained only by that lofty perch. A cackle at the sight of dawn, and they take to the skies again, sunlit and raw. An endless flight. An elixir. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : secure

His business suit, A little crumpled. What with day's deadlines? Still on time. For an early dinner And The ring. All nerves. And all butterflies. But she walked in, Hand-in-hand, With black coat and black tie. Thursday table cost? A broken heart.