Whispering Thoughts

The little girl accidentally wandered on the old rail-track. Now mostly an overgrown pathway. She had heard the road was forbidden. Talked about in hushed tones. Curiosity got better of her and she walked on. Alone. Ignoring the whimpering dog. The trees, lush and green. The birdcalls loud. The footfalls crisp. The sun overhead, strong. Derelict caravan. Angelic gypsy. Silk on her skin, flowers in her hair and song on her lips. Yvette! Wasn't she a myth? A folklore? Perhaps. The little girl was found on rail-tracks. Enamoured by the phantasma. Talking to herself. And singing the song of Yvette. Courtesy : Friday Fictioneers Linking with Friday Fictioneers

Over a cup of coffee, We Decided our life. As the orangish hues Streaked the skies, Overtalked About the Oncoming Odyssey. Okayed our presence In our lives Under the Obscuration of the moon. Becoming oxygen. Covertly and Yet so overtly, Desirous Of one another. Overtaking, Overcoming And overwhelming Anchor. Over the pious flames, And amidst A thousand omens, We vowed. Opting sanctimoniously To obstinately, Obdurately Live together Till Death does us apart. Infantile gaming Over the rocking cradle, Occasionally racking our brains Over Chemistry and physics. Over a cup of coffee, In an old-age home, We remembered The opaline iridescence. Linking with Alphabe - thursday : Letter O Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Cup

As the lullaby Receded to a hum, She turned out the lights, Squeezed out of his blanket, And closed the door gently, But partly, On his dreaming silhouette, Softly treading back to Her own room, Kindled with ecstasy Of their melting silhouettes.

Robbed of my own self I weave through The labyrinth Masquerading Behind The curtains That Mind pulls over heart. The search within Becoming a struggle, The search without Meaningless. I am but Fragments. Like Broken sentences. Beneath The skin And the bones I am nothing But hollow. Empty spaces fill me up. I am but a deception. A house of cards, Ready to crumble At slightest breeze. Some light remains perhaps, Through the cracks Now and then, But mostly I am obscure, Dwelling in twilights, Just another Mask In milieu. A masquerade, That being my existence, I leave no imprints. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words: robbed Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter M

The unflurried surface Or the scraped skin. The unflustered spirit Or the rippled and ruffled Layers beneath. The clay painted arrestingly, Or the chaos cloaked In tranquility. The vivacious Pretence, Or vacuous flaws. The who meaningless Before The nameless ecstasy Of love.

The Valentines was in the air. The zest of the air suffocated him. Took him back in time. And he could visualize his happy times with her. Her laughter, her words, her songs all echoed around him. He smiled on remembering the catch me if you can dare of hers. She was life, personified. But the Fate had other plans and their love interfered. So it played a little game and had Adiv deported to Mother Earth. Adara was kept busy at Sister Venus. That was in some B.C. It was 2015 A.D. now Every even tide he bowed to Sister Venus. Every even tide she sent out the stars to watch over Mother Earth. Eons were passing. Some day Cupid will convince fate. Till then the Valentine air suffocated him. Courtesy: Picture it and write Linking with Picture it and write

The shivering silhouettes, Fusing Beneath The silver sliver, The shadows Dancing To the rhythm Of Wanton need, The cadent crunch Of desires, The seeds of want Wailing in background, The vestiges Of sun Burning In the hearth, The embers Consuming the love.