Sunday, November 30, 2014

Let it Go!


I don’t know where to stop the time
Be it when I was born to my family?
Or when I started speaking words
When I learnt balancing on a cycle
Or made my first pal?
When I went to school, shall I stop it there?
Maybe when that boy seemed to stare
When mom & dad were proud
Or Shall I stop it when I got a kin
When promises were strong
And lies meant sin
When best of the best relations
Commenced when I went out
And explored the world around
To find a perfect bout
Those times of wonder
And times of awe
When I lost my breadth
Or held my strength
And touched the pinnacle
Or when I finally did settle
For time that was going then
Is going now
This moment
Only the present
I hold
And let go off the time










Friday, November 21, 2014

Tipsy Lit Flash Fiction Contest Entry

                                                         http://tipsylit.com/category/story-contests/


Snoopy's Tale

On early Sunday morning, Snoopy strolled out of his kennel, rummaging for smell that his nostrils caught on to. Though he had come across many smells from malodorous ones to savories, this one seemed different.

Master!  He thought, he needs to get back before master wakes up to take him out for a walk. Through that missing piece of fence, he crossed the boundaries, as he had done many times.The smell trailed off to the barren field behind a huge house. He followed his sixth sense unhesitatingly. Right in front of him, was a huge stretch of fields, with wild grass. He stood few feet away and barked.

 No answer.

He walked to and fro in anxiousness. Something moved!

His tail upright, his muscles flexed his adrenalin all ready to pump in another shot in a response of fight or flight. The smell seemed to intensify every moment.

He barked louder, his body was quivering now. It was dark but he could still smell the presence coming closer to him. Something made its way from the lands of grass. Petite and frail, dark with no fur on him, walking on two paws like master’s kind that was something Snoopy hadn't seen before. As this thing came near Snoopy, instead of getting alarmed he became unexpectedly calm and studied the strange creature.

There was no snout, but it had a tail, that wagged to and fro. Snoopy responded positively. It brought its hand and rubbed under his neck. Snoopy didn't refrain. The touch was not meant to harm, the stranger had conveyed him.

 The first touch was gentle and he loved the rub and pamper. He licked it back, thanking it for showing care and not harming him. A silent conversation commenced between them. He told it about the day when master hit him with a stick, the fight with Boxy and the painful wound on his snout. He even told about his puppy days comforting around his mommy’s tummy, suckling and calling for attention and the lovely random licking, his mommy would do. He described his day of the separation from his mother and being given to his master who didn't care for him. He told it about the times he starved and had to wander off at night for food. He expressed his grief on how he was just another show-toy for his master.

Apart from that the stranger also got to know about his skills, his ancestors and how his breed was not a pure race but a mix of many mongrels. Snoopy in turn got to know about the stranger, the place where it came from,  its world, its colony and its life. The strangers became friends over that brief conversation.

He followed it into the grass field, as the stranger turned around to leave.
Snoopy didn't return to his master since that day. He had completed his days on earth and now he freely wandered somewhere in the sky with his new found friend.



Tuesday, November 11, 2014

You Fall..

As you look into her eyes, you see a panorama of blush, joy, confidence, sweetness, elegance and versatility. Her smile lingers for long in your mind, wanders in almost every nook and comes back to reality by gleaming on your lips. You wonder!



You feel the melt of adorable self waning into something you want to cherish. You build an image of her, in the deepest chambers of your heart, restrained from even a close one and then hold it in your eyes while straining them somewhere for long.


You can’t inch closer, neither far. At this distance of stillness, you breathe deep, let it all go in the air that you exhale and with it all the emotions that beam up parallel. You used to think you are a keen observer but you realize you were wrong. Else how could you have missed the shine in her eyes?





Those deep brown eyes that let you hallucinate at your own will. They have a glitter of confidence in them and a twinkle of blush. And you get woven into your own thoughts.

How could anyone have missed the morning star by the dawn, which marks the first rays of the daylight falling on the sleeping earth?

You lean across your thoughts and wonders in anticipation of degrees of splendor and then you realize there isn't any.

You just can't catch her, even your shadow makes her flinch, she knows. She drills through your eyes. You try to avoid getting paralyzed. You get paranoid but you can't help skip the first beat.



                                           




You jeopardize yourself with her memories and alas you fall.