Dress code

"Hey, quick question - Does this combination work?" 

"Is there a sleepover I am not aware of? This is good for a pyjama party"

"Very funny"

"I was not. ummm.. were you planning to meet my mother like this? Did I teach you nothing about dress codes ?"

"haha. No way .. umm .. maybe. "

"I am leaving right now. We are shopping a bit before we head for tonight's dinner. And just, hide it for a few days if you do not want me to burn this set"

**

Written for Six Sentence Story [ combination ]

Roses

 "You read the text"

"Maybe, maybe not. How does it matter? "

"I told you I was going to wear my white dress and wanted a rose for my hair"

"You mentioned flowers .. Oopsie! Yeah, I read your text, but I do not like flowers"

"but you love me, so  .. "

"I will get your roses on the way"

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Written for Six sentence Story ( Promot : Text )

A poem smiles

The words lie forgotten , ink dried , the images rustic and the days grew colder. Deserted by the verses, the server somewhere crashed, taking all the stories and the cherished ideas with it. No one knew anytime soon, because no one cared. But if there's winter , no matter how long, the spring does knock someday. With new blessings of motherhood , the words arrive and so did memories , planted long back, to revive when the time is right. 

Today morning as the spring gives way to summer , trying its best to stretch a few more days of breeze and unexpected rains, the words come rushing back to me. Unpolished , unfiltered , joyful sentences string themselves into a welcoming garland. Perhaps, spring had one last gift for me.

The baby smiles

New flowers open today

sky is a poem. 

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Written for Haibun Monday , hosted by Linda on my favorite poetry page. 

Goodbye

Write to me, I heard you say at last,
knowing well I would not,
no matter how politely you ask.

Yet, here I am scribbling this note
"I loved you , a little even now,
but We are not the same anymore"

"I have moved back to my past,
of lonely libraries, books and strangers
who turn away when they notice my scars"

"You have many roads to chose
wherever you might want to go,
my wishes you will not lose.

"Take this fading paper with you,
as you leave a trail of memories behind,
I will miss you a little,knowing you would too"

Image Source  - Magpie tales
for April A to Z challenge , Writer's Digest PAD day#3

Carton

Life is a voyage

And I live it out of the boxes –

Those fixed shape , brown color ones;

That I call as cartons

‘cause it has car in it.

I need a car –

And a driver too for this life

One who would let me

Observe and explore

From the passenger side

And listen to all the things I say

With most inaccuracy

And as much conviction.

It is in these cartons

That I will pack each week

Clearly labeled and sorted,

Preserved in old newspapers

And cushioned with the words.

Each carton I would then throw away

To the endless roads in life

And wish my experiences reach

Some dreamer like me
Who woyld follow the trails
and find me some day
Sitting idle on another road
Sorting my lonely carton
While others pass me by,
He alone would stop
And match the signs,
Match his heart to mine,
And make me his home-
No longer living out of a box
But for this shiny carton full of love.

Be

To be or not to be is an old delimna. What to be and what not to be is my current thought.

Be strong,
Be confident,
Be proud,
Be the best.

But more than that , i do not just want to be the way i am 'cause thats the only thing i know for now. Neither i can be any and all of these just by thinking. I rather want to become.

Become brave
Become confident
Become wiser
Become observant

How to be like this is what haunts me. I do not know wether am i doing it right. Or whom to seek feedback from when in doubt. But i am willing to keep seeking till i have the answers or a path forward to become the person i want to be. To be happy from myself and be able to challenge all odds. To be able to love myself as much as i love the people who matter.

Accept

Accept what is,
Without bias,
Without fear.

Think it as
A beginning
Of new reality

Or maybe
It will end
All that is dear.

Accept yourself
Just the way you are
Uniquely flawed,

This could be
The very end
Of all masks

Or the birth
Of someone
You better hide.

Accept the challenge
To explore
And question

End the silence
That makes
Most noise n head,

Let the music play
Welcome
A new you.A new way.

.....

Written for A to Z challenge , poetic asides Poem A Day challenge

love

"you don't have time to talk your wife!" She tossed her opinion mixed with question at the shadow spread on the floor. He looked up from his journal with an amused smile saying, "but i do love you. Now let me make tea for us".

"Thank god for tea love", she giggled.

Street news

As soon as I read the theme , I knew the pic I would use.  This is the old street we lived before we moved into an apartment in a closed neat and clean colony. I never knew that it would make me write a hindi verse. I have done the translation in english below that :

Galiyon ke kisse
Ma se suna karte the,
Jab padosi
Rakhte the khabar
Ek dusre ki ..
Ab bas dikhte hai
Band darwaaje
Aur aasmaan ko jaati
Khali seediyaan.
Zindagi lift se
Upar neeche safar karti hai.


Mom used to tell
Street news
When neighbors
Kept tab on each other;
Life now travels silently
In building lifts
While closed doors stare
At the empty stairs
Reaching the skies.

Free to fly

The feet tapped to the music,she hummed along mindlessly. Suddenly she looked at her feet , the trinklets , the toe rings and she smiled at the symbols which others consider as being tied down. She on the other hand had found her wings. As she turned back to her work ,she scribbled this -

Sometimes freedom is in being trapped by love, with love.