110 Creative Challenge Contest – CHEATING !


Written for the The whitescape  110CC-contest, http://wp.me/p2JgCk-le

110 CC contest theme is CHEATING   

  

Through the slit of the window pane

I gaze  at the rainbow shine

as a tiara of the sky

bedecking the azure divine…

Vanishes it like a magical trick

within a momentary  blink,

 I  focus my eyes again

between the panes

to envision the coloring.

The smiling sun promises to fetch

my dearest enchanter

back at my window pane

for my pleasure.

Days pass,months go,

I await the sparkling crown

staring at the sky above

there’s nothing for which I am proud…

Cheated the sun through the season

intensely , scorching my heart

Hoped I for its return

the rainbow I never saw again

for the raindrops lost the path….

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THE GOLDEN CHYRSANTHEMUM


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There was this golden chrysanthemum

shone who like the rising sun,

amidst the vast spread verdure

playing with dewdrops of nature…

 

Stood it under the blaze

gazing at the fiery daze

even though  the tired lark

veiled behind the comforting shade!

 

Watching the traveler

pass by the fields

wondered it

what lies forth behind the hills!

 

Where doth the running stream flow

pondered

the soul of florets

seeing the gushing current go!

 

Dancing clouds went by

tweeting birds

broke the solitude

butterflies amused for a while

dusk brought everything

silent and anew.

Sings the gilded one

tousling her floral skirt

 

“The green field in which I was born

I live here until my breath last…

damp soil of my land

 holds me upright lest I fall

thence Iam here until I perish

for deeply rooted Iam

in blithe!”

 

 

 

 

SINFONIA !


Broken chord of the song
disturbs the harmony
synchronized were the 
notes 
until the tune fell off the beat!

Life plays a duet 
where we have to 
sing in accord
with the singer of the nature
who has the ultimate 
hand on the chord!
Plucks who the strings
ripples the water 
flutters the leaves
beats the heart silently
on the melodic musical! 

Being resigned and  submissive
leaves a blank tone 
in the birdsong...
melodious and philharmonic 
it becomes
when our voice joins 
in the eternal sinfonia! 

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REMINISCENCES OF THE QUEEN OF HILLS- PART 2


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It was the season of roses, the queen of flowers then in April.

Having put up at the local tourist rest house, which was situated amidst the dense forest of fir trees, I along with my parents stayed there for months.

Every evening I walked through the paths that had the brownish color peeping through the greens, which proved that was the usual trail used by the local people there.

It was known to go inside the woods through the slopes was equally confusing and dangerous as the path could lead anywhere and there were umpteen ways ahead as we go deeper inside.

One evening I and my brother who is younger to me went for such an adventurous trip without informing my parents. We started with a nearby path and went on, enjoying the melody of cuckoos and songs of other birds .While walking we loved the small shrubs beside the path dangling with tiny flowers and even collected some fir cones to be displayed ,when we came back.

Lost in the charm of the elegant trees and the fresh air, we soon realized it was almost sunset and we still were far away from the main road. We didn’t have the idea of where this path was leading us to, so we continued walking swiftly.

It became dark in a while and we were amidst the dense woods.

Those days mobile phones weren’t launched in India nor had we heard of any such thing that existed.

So there wasn’t any question of GPS or SMS or calling up anyone for guidance. Afraid of the abuses that we would be getting for going alone in such a new place and that too within the forest was really making us cry.

Still I had to remain calm and composed to give confidence to my brother and with intuition we kept on choosing the ways, to ultimately reach another end of the hillside on the main road.

Sense of direction helped us to know where we must be and we headed towards our destination.

Those times when there were no gadgets available human mind was used more properly and efficiently. Our IQ levels weren’t as bad as they are now today.

We reached back an hour late and it was almost 7pm, pitch dark then.

Without creating any panic we entered the premises normally so that no could guess the fearful yet interesting adventure we went through  and we managed to save our skin.

 

To be contd…

 

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For those who missed :the first part- http://wp.me/p1Zs7k-1sZ

THY HEART !


Thy can ne’er know

what art thy heart speaks

in silence thou ne’er heard

my  flutterings…

With a fistful of

songs of love

I try to  touch 

thy soul

with words of passion

written in your amor.

I set ablaze the

extinguishing fire

you doth not see it though

perhaps someday you might see

the ignited wick’s glow!

sigh I o’er for your glance

yet you ne’er perceive

the missed beats of thy heart

when I kissed your cheeks!

Upon the dream decor

I sleep and wish

for a momentous begin

when thy heart becomes mine

echoes my name whilst wandering!

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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – “PATTERN”


Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern.

 

Patterns are a part of life. Patterns of nature surprise and mesmerize us with their charm.

Man made patterns are unique and marvelous in their structure and form,yet subordinate to the extraordinary designs of the creator!

Delicate framework in  a small bridge

Delicate framework in a small bridge

The gigantic structure shows a pattern intricate and fine.

The gigantic structure shows a pattern intricate and fine.

subtle designs as pattern of a temple structure

subtle designs as pattern of a temple structure

 

To understand is to perceive patterns

 Isaiah Berlin quotes

 

Howrah bridge ,kolkatta

Howrah bridge ,kolkatta

an intrinsic work of pattern sculpted .

an intrinsic work of pattern sculpted .

 

“Patterns repeat themselves in history”
Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

 

pattern of colour and shape

pattern of colour and shape

Pattern of the sand in a desert

Pattern of the sand in a desert

 

“Perceiving the world as well designed and thus the product of a designer, and even seeing divine providence in the daily affairs of life, may be the product of a brain adapted to finding patterns in nature. (38)”
Michael Shermer, Why Darwin Matters: The Case Against Intelligent Design

WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE- “THROUGH THE DOOR”- “THE NIGHTMARE”


It was a  restless day full of apprehension and fear of something unknown which had clasped me .

Busy schedules and overloaded responsibilities too sometimes fail to drive such insane  thoughts  away . They have their way of hovering over the mind even on the extremely busiest day! Walking down the lane that reaches straight to my house,I had glanced everything around. It was all the same,the shops with something new to be displayed,cafeterias with people gossiping , the souvenir stalls wooing the new tourists and the skyline getting brighter with the illuminated sparks of night lights.

With the keys in my hand ,which I usually take out once I disembark from the company bus round the corner ,were tinkling as the chimes of the keys moved in my hands. I reached my destination  and stepped on the stairs to insert the key . Shockingly it didn’t turn around and I pressed it a bit to see whether it was put inside properly.

The little pressure opened the door ajar without even unlocking.

“The wooden door ajar

reopening

all the gates to agony

darkness is what I can see

In the tunnels of time

where I reach suddenly…”

I was stunned and astonished. Had someone burgled into my house when I was away?  Was there anyone  already inside waiting to attack me? Numerous questions confused me and I rushed inside to make sure  if things were  in proper place.

Before I switched on the lights,I saw a luminous bright light coming from the room adjacent .

I slipped  slowly into the room.

Suddenly I noticed a huge mirror leaning against the wall. It was a precious antique piece,one which can be  a prized possession.I could not remember why and how this had landed here. I had never bought this piece nor I did own it.

I  went ahead to have  a look.

“The mirror on the wall

looks at me ,mocks  and laughs

“what made you return

to this dungeon?

Isn’t the present world

a better place to live in?”

“The city has turned into a dead corpse”, I heard few voices screaming.

Gunshots and noise of  artillery deafened my ears. Military troops moving adjacent  and having a  fierce combat.

“Nicholas”, someone shouted , ” shoot! what are you waiting for?”

I turned around to see another soldier trying to say something. The bombshells again hypnotized my senses.

Suddenly I could feel the weight of the Lee-Enfield rifle hanging around my shoulder .Thick fluid wetted  the grip of my hands,I could see blood all over.

I had in me the mix  blood for my mother had been the once beautiful girl of the Serb! I had the looks of her distinct charm and the raw dominance of my dad.

“Shoot ,you fool,else you will be killed “, I could hear the lines again.

It was my commander ordering me to face the enemy .I remembered each scene from this deadliest wars of history ,the World War 1.

Millions were killed,innocents slayed,cities destroyed and towns vandalized.For 2 long years I was moving continuously with my troops killing thousands of soldiers,”Humans I must say.”

“This should end” , I had screamed to myself.I cannot shed more blood ,the view of the brutal faces,the terrorized looks haunted my dreams.

“See how you are lost

to your fears

succumbed to your pressures

apprehensive has become your future

I see the gloomy dust of pain

on my face in the image”.

How did I reach here ? It was 19 15 ,which meant I had traveled back in the time space  into the past. But why? I never knew I was a soldier ,a rather such a cruel  one. This bloodshed is a part of my life which had scared me till today.

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But I am a software professional and just 30 yrs old then is it my previous birth that I am visualizing? Is it a dream? This could reconnect me with the fact that I usually woke up in the middle of the night screaming in dream of an outrage of war and pleading, “Please forgive me ,my Lord.I cannot kill innocent people.”

“Wipe the mud

clear off the doubts”

I heard my voice ,

“go back to the world profound

whirlpool is this

the past tense

shall tangle and drive you insane

go away run and flee

live in today

accept the destiny…”

Profusely sweating I wiped my face and found myself standing back again in the corridor of my house.The scene had vanished and I was stupefied like a statue. The split second or the  few minutes during which I visited  the  real situation,  had been a nightmare for me all during these years and for the first time it had awakened my being.

I knew it was past and I could walk ahead now without fearing about the traumatic dream which killed me every second.

“what hath tomorrow

you ne’er know

forget the past

embrace the air

from the new door!”

I returned from my memories,it was a dream or travel in the time space I never knew,but it ended my worst nightmare.

A FICTION WRITTEN FOR THE Weekly Writing Challenge: Through the Door.

DIVINE EMBLAZON!


Earthy hues painted my soul with  pastels…
lost and perturbed lived I
in hedges or places palatial…
unsettled mind could not contain
the rue s of the glossy colors!
.
.
Divine emblazons made me bedazzle
with  sapphires,emeralds and pearls…
Vast sapphire studded sky  embraced
Warmth I found in the emerald of the earth ,
submersing my soul in the crimsoned vermillion
of the chromatic glow
of the burning ruby…
citrazine flowers fragranced my aura
perfume of which spread in the zephyr…
tinge of ultramarine blue defined
my image…
When I reached deep within…
As a pure white pearl
I emerged
from the altar of life’
where
enshrined
existed
the omnipresent thee!
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