Whispering Thoughts

The rusting doors Creaked As his hands Pushed against Years of inertia, Encountering Familiarity In atoms Of Stale air; Tiny little feet Wobbling in and out; Balancing precariously On parental love. Carefree running Of growing feet; Away from Fussing mother And Piling homework. Lanky strides Of Teenage dilemmas; Pandora’s boxes Sealed with Job, career, Crushes, infatuations, Lipstick and perfume. And finally The confident steps Of maturity, Closing The not so rusty door Behind And walking out Onsite; Planning For three months, Extending To three years And now maybe This whole lifetime. The disconnect, The void, Spreading, Deepening, And Strengthening, Everyday. Linking with Trifecta : Week Eighty-three Linking with Woven Dreams : Perfume Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Disconnect

The relentless sun Burning and scathing; A drop of Chilled lemonade, For parched throat; Or may be Cumin, mint and yogurt smoothie, The elixir Downed in a gulp; The relief Overwhelming But Shortlived; Linking with Trifextra: Week Seventy-two: 33 words to describe summer

By and by The light flickered; Dusk lingered, (A waning spirit) And finally, The sinister night Claimed The vast expanse With Sudden, swift Descent of clouds. Words of Her sainted nanny Rained down, “Don’t you be forgetting Your umbrella” As she kept moving Homewards, Tired and exhausted. War had taught her To feel the rain. To toil. For survival. To Fight back. Just like the Rays of dawn. To wear The Battered And Soiled Hem of Her dress With pride. And to bury The dead memories. War had taught her That Life Goes on. Despite The Bruises, Scars And Wounds. Picture courtesy - Ermiliablog - Picture it and write prompt Linking with Trifecta : Week Eighty-one : Light Linking with Ermiliablog : Picture it and write Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words - Sainted Linking with Woven Dreams - Prompt #18 - Memories

I fall, struggle a little, sink, some bubbles, some ripples and then it’s over, she thought. She toyed with the idea for a while, took a deep sigh, threw back her shoulders and walked away from the bridge. December night was catching on and the water would be freezing. Linking with Trifextra - Week Seventy-One - Three sentence story Linking with Five Minute Friday - Fall

“Hey Freak! How’s you?” Some greeting For me (Oh of course, This and The bear-hugs Of my cousins That completely Swallowed me) As We arrived In the Sweltering, Scorching Indian plains, After Eight hours In a Creaking bus, With Dust, sweat, Grime, And Anticipation Of fun, And frolic, Written large In our Colgate smiles, Days Passed in Sheer bliss; Nights Filled with Insomnia, Unending Chat sessions, Scary stories, Dusky rendezvous With Fleeting friendships, Cycling competitions, Cool showers For twilight, Bedtime praying. Of course, We were freaks! To be Spending Our summers Away from Our little Cool and refreshing Hilly hamlet. Linking with Trifecta : Week Eighty - Freak Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 words - Dusky Linking with Woven Dreams - Prompt #17 - Insomnia

If a June night Could talk It would perhaps Whisper the song Of fireflies, Ripping The thunderous silence, Coming alive With the dance Of Silvery and sultry Moonbeams, Swaying gently With their rhythm, Ruffling The souls and depths Of sentries, Tall and dark, Standing guardians To the odyssey of hearts Under the Black satin cover Decked with frail White stars, Their thousand Leaves rustling With the touch of Summer breeze, Breathing In soft susurrus The words left hanging In the slumber Of A summer noon And Secrets shared In fading Golden glints And Promises pledged By the eventide. If only! Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 words - Odyssey Linking with Saturday Centus - If a June night could talk

Our plans For Living Had featured Nothing Beyond us. No houses, No crowds, No popular opinions, Not even The welcome ones. It’s surprising How The rising smoke From chimneys Has blurred That togetherness. Linking with Trifextra : Week Seventy