Realizations

I have been hitting this place only on Mondays these days.Thanks to the poetry bus (and shame on me!). Well, so I tried writing some. Nothing special, just a popcorn read, but may be worth it. I'm following "Keep writing" practice...

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~An incredible sunset that was mistaken for a shady dawn.

“Do you remember the last time we came here?” she asked.
“’naw, but it’s been a long while” he said.

She looked at him and back again.
Sun was setting in…
But there was still some hope. Wishful thinking.

“So why are we here?”
“I was home alone. Wanted to be somewhere. With someone.”
“Why me?” she asked sending up a silent prayer.
“Why not you?”
She frowned.
Where was this wordplay going?
Silence settled between them.

“Will you believe me if I say there was a reason I could not speak to you for the past one year?” he broke the screeching silence.
“If you explain” she said.
He thought for a while and said “I have got something for you.”
He removed a book from his bag. It was a John Greg book My Confessions.
John Greg had been writing a wonderful column in the daily News High and was getting a lot of readers. His column was in huge demand.

Wait! John Greg was going to release his first book on the morrow.

She enquired hastily, “How did you get this copy? It’s going to hit the stores tomorrow. It’s going to be released tomorrow…”
“By the author? I know” he completed.
She was stunned. Warning bells banging in her head.

“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Somebody might sue you, do you know that?” she cried.
He sighed and said, “This is author’s personal draft copy and he wants to dedicate it to…you!”

Her eyes widened. She screamed, “What? Do you mean You.Are.The.John.Greg?”
“Yep! That’s me.”
He smiled at the myriad of expressions on her face.
She repeated, “You.Are.The.John.Greg.”
“Look, the fact is not going to change. Do you want it or not?”
“Like hell, Yes!”
She grabbed the copy and hugged him tightly.


Serenity of the bright moonlit night settled…

Verification Poem

I'm very very late to catch the poetry bus this time, n I'm not sure a ticket is still available for me!
The poetry bus, started by TotalFeckinEejit, driven by the ever-intelligent sciencegirl NanU, wants us to write a poem on:
We are all familiar with those wiggly almost-words used to verify that a blogger leaving a comment is in fact an actual blogger and not a machine. Yes. Those words are your mission. Collect them this week. Pick your favorite, or several, and include it/them in your poem.
Verification words that I have used are: Mupin, Taire, Spome, haily.
Here goes my poem:

Toddler Bites
That l’il toddler next door
Has a funny little lingo
Uttering his first-words
is the mighty flamingo .

Wants’ a sugary Mupin(muffin)
dipped in sweet jammy
wrinkles his bunny-nose
when it gets all clammy .

Sitting on the Taire(Stair)
on my corbie-step
babbles out my name
and I know a prank is in prep.

Cereal in his Spome(Spoon)
Lobs them on floor
Cajoles his mamma
with a giggly implore.

Sleeps at the tick of nine
Tucked with a haily(hairy) bear
To a bed-time story
of a wary mare.

Dreams of a housie-mousey
wakes with a weepy uproar
such an innocent pirate
is the l’il toddler next door

Some comical moments- for a ticket to poetry bus

Niamh B is the poetry bus driver this week. She tells us to write something on confusion see here...
Ohh she has written one beautiful poem herself...
This is my entry for buying a ticket. This has really happened, so it's no invention.As I think about it now, I can't stop laughing. Good god! For the life of me, when you are sleepy, go and sleep instead of doing such antic things at night.

Confusion was writ large
as I saw an admiral’s barge
that seemed like a sergeant’s targe.
‘twas some work of art
with a spray of mossy colors
melting into that one street light
on a full moon night.
As I looked on thinking
bewilderment pasted on my face
little portrait budged.
My heart took a sudden leap
cause it was a man asleep
on a wooden wheel cart
abut a painted wall
beneath a tree tall.
Scurrying into my room
took a deep long breath
burst into a roaring chortle
on my murky vision
or on my sleepy conclusion.

Week's Poetry Challenge

Argent the Super Poetry bus driver of the week has set a challenge Tunnel of (unrequited) Love/Excursion to the Comedy Store Check here
This is my entry as I hop on to the bus...

He said I Do
It was not for me
He said love you
Empathy whispered it’s not true

One bridesmaid was I
Was happy or was it a lie
She was my friend for life
He was the reason of my life

Elegant, neat he had a black bow tie
I chided and suppressed a sigh
Lavenders and tulips blossomed all around
Colors got lost, smile faded, grief profound
Toasts raised, cake cut served with sweet pies
He was oblivious of the love floating in my eyes

Shattered, I felt like a loner on seashore
Well, there goes one more
Searching & screening the ecstatic crowd
I saw many peas in the same pod
Sailing in the ship of Just Dumped, oh god
 
Cracked open a bottle, I sipped & slurped
Got drunk and waved
That free beer that cost my heart
Tell you what, finding a guy is an art
Snickering, Here I come, I said aloud
Winking I dived in to the crowd.

"The Poetry Bus Challenge!", by Dominic

Okay! So I m trying my hands on Dominic's assignment n hopping on the poetry bus for the first time...This was a bit difficult...n i suppose m the last one to hop on...

But just about the background..I would suggest don't try this at home, i literally landed up getting screwed...
I was about to write on my mom's handbag, but my sanity saved me on time...Do all writers go in a trance when something comes up in their mind?
I hope not...

I wrote it on a plastic carry bag...*phew*
It does come handy sometimes...



I know it is not legible, so i'll decipher it for you

:: Features so sharp, blunt is the built...
Press it & tips tilt...
Ideas clack when it's put on paper...
Runs wild when ends taper..
~ A Pencil

Season’s Greetings!

There it was. Blink. Then it was not.
It stopped. No it did not.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

It came rushing.
I looked up. Felt it coming, curling down my face. Cool, reviving.
I could smell it, sense it. Something was new, changed.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

I perked up. A wicked smile formed its way.
Mischief danced in those eyes.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

I embraced the freshness. Energy reigned over.
On my toes, I tapped round n round.
Eyes closed, humming, legs waltzed.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Blushing Earth, trembling violets, rickety steps…
Soggy splashes, drenched spirits…
Arresting moments, carved memoirs…
Forgotten memories, forgiven souls…

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Clouds parted & chuckled, Lightning shrieked…
Roofs clattered, branches dripped…
Raindrops shrugged…

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Joy sprinkled, vigor whisked…
Something unsettled, then unruffled…
Serenity clamored…

P.S.: Monsoon is here and it’s the first shower.

A Tribute to...HIM

They were walking hand in hand on a sea shore. It was a nice, quiet and clear night.

Cool breeze was blowing around them. They were enjoying the roaring sea to the fullest.

It was a very unusual couple, the man being much too older than the girl. But the love between them was evident from the way they were looking at each other.
He was wearing a Black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath it. She was dressed up in a rich red frock flowing till her knees. They had just left a party behind them.

They were so much into each other that it was difficult to identify where one started and the other ended.

“So, are you enjoying the night?” he asked.
“Yes...Yes…It’s so lovely out here with you”, she said.

The expression on his face got tears in her eyes. He was so pleased to hear that he could make her happy.

“I have got something for you” he said and removed a box from the inner pocket of his coat.

It was a flat rectangular red box with a white bow neatly arranged on the front of it. A card was attached atop it.
He handed the gift to her. Beaming with happiness she opened the attached card.

It read: For my Lovely Princess, With Loads of Love.

She read it and gave an ecstatic kiss on his cheek. She slowly opened the gift without tearing the wrapper. The box held a diamond crown of the finest quality. She just gaped at it open mouthed.

He removed the crown and fixed it over her head and said, “There you go my princess”.

“What do you want in return?” she asked.
“Be happy like this forever. Keep smiling… With or without me…“, he said.

They were so absorbed in themselves that they did not see a mob of drunken men approaching them.

When they realized it, it was too late. They were surrounded by the thugs, calling them names the girl might have never heard off. The girl clutched his arm tightly and he held on to her. The next moment, both of them were separated. The men removed knives from their pockets and shoes and started slashing them on their arms, faces and across their necks. They were tossed from one man to the other, every time kicked more painstakingly. The girl kept screaming his name and the man kept leaning towards her in vain.

At a point the man bent abruptly with all his energy and grabbed as much sand in his hand as he could muster and threw it in the eyes of the men holding the girl. The grip on the girl loosened and she shook herself free. She tried to help the man but the man asked her to run for her life.

“Go…Abby...Run. I will take care of here. Just go Abby.” He kept saying.

Abby ran for her life with as much pace she could manage. She kept running and looking back until she was too far to locate the man anymore.

She ran with all her might not knowing where she was heading for, until she saw a family. She reached them and collapsed. All the running and cuts exhausted her and she fainted before telling the family “There...He…needs help…help him...Please…Please help him” and blackness took over her.

She slowly opened her eyes to a pair of worried little eyes staring back at her. It was her dad on a wheelchair. She was in pain from all her bruises and cuts; she may as well have been dead.

Slowly the night came back to her: the beach, the drunken men and her father fighting them.

She squealed abruptly, “Dad! How are you? Did they hurt you? Are you ok? You look tired.”

Seeing his little girl coming to life again he just smiled and hugged her tightly.
He was not a man who would give way to his emotions so easily but he could not control the feeling of relief and worry flowing through his tears.

She remembered his words “Be happy like this forever. Keep smiling… With or without me…” and smiled with tears in her eyes.

He fought those men till Abby could reach to safety. The entire neighborhood had come to his rescue, when Abby had gone screaming to safety.

Unaware of their surroundings, they did not notice everybody leaving the room silently smiling away at the lovely father-daughter duo...

A Belated Happy Father’s Day to all the Daddy’s around the World.
Hey Dad just wanted to remind you, You are my hero… :) :) :)
A BELATED HAPPY FATHER's DAY Pa...