Choice!

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Each grain of sand

gently cascades down

at its own pace,

as minutes to hours to years pass.

Since eons, till eternity

in the infinite realms of universe,

for reasons known or unknown

life happens,

without a rhyme or rhythm.

Between

 the many sunrise and sunsets

 the dark and light

 the regrets and letting go

the improvidence and foresight

the scars and smiles

the heartbreak and love

a transformation or regression

a rise or fall,

the boundless space is consumed by

 clash of emotional encumbrance,

till realisation dawns

that between yesterday and tomorrow

the only time to be alive is today,

to make a choice

to be in the “Now”,

to free the soul,

before the last grain in the

hourglass of life

drops down

to be lost in the vast dimensions

of the sands of time.

Sadje’s What do you see # 51

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Foresight

V.J’s weekly challenge #116 : Reason

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The sixth tea cup…

 

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The Sunday tea meeting was a ritual, the Hashimoro family carried out without fail. The elderly couple lived by themselves in their old ancestral home. Their son, daughter in law and both the grandchildren visited them from the city, which was about an hour’s drive from there.

Every Sunday no matter what, the family never failed to be present for this evening of bonding over tea. Life went on as usual until old Mr. Hashimoro passed away.

After his death, his wife continued to live alone in the house as she had many beautiful memories attached to the place.

The following Sunday evening, with a heavy heart Mrs. Hashimoro, set the table with five tea cups, looking sadly at the sixth one in the  cupboard, missing her husband even more. She went into the kitchen to get some snacks to serve along with the tea. The plate of cookies dropped from her trembling hands as she came to the table.  The sixth tea cup was on the table….

What do you see#40

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Metamorphosis!

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Born with a silver spoon,

callous, cavalier attitude

defined his personality,

life, was sinful vulgar indulgence.

Until

 one incident radically transformed him.

Today,

he lives with his master in the distant hills

donating all his riches,

 a new identity, pens  the next chapter,

gives renewed meaning to life

the debris of the past buried,

his soul brims with contentment

experiences abundance of spiritual wealth.

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Sammi’s weekend writing prompt : Cavalier (write prose or poetry in exactly 64 words)

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Identity

Sadje’s what do you see #38

V.J’s weekly challenge # 104 : Next chapter

Sinister Who?

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The walls stand mute, as a silent witness

burying within them, the many untold secrets

political debates, economic planning,

macabre massacres, cloistered dungeons,

wars lost, alliances forged,

the clinking of swords, the trot of horse’s hooves,

strategic conspiracies, victories celebrated,

stories of greed, love, power and nobility.

History lives here with the ghosts from the past

the eeriness comes alive under the moonlight

yet, the dead do not scare me

as much as the malevolent humans of today!

 

Tweaked one of my poems from my book “Eclectic Verses” (Available on amazon), which I felt was apt for Sadje’s what do you see prompt #35.

 

 

It’s time we change!

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The gusty wind flutters pages of the scattered books,

a sepia toned picture falls out of an old dusty diary.

I glance at it, and my mind travels back in timeline,

a nostalgic smile creeps up, as I recall

the gang of famous three musketeers that we were,

bosom pals, partners in crime, inseparable!

 

Seasons changed, but not our friendship,

passage of time cemented our bond…

And then she fell in love, and hell broke loose,

for he belonged to  another caste

thus shaming her family.

 

Being truly in love, they eloped to marry,

furiously tracked down by her clan,

for her alleged impropriety had to be punished.

Brutal death wiped their innocent souls

all in the name of honor…..

Shell shocked with no words to describe the ghastly act

my heart shattered into a million shards….

 

Jolted to the present by a gentle nudge,

I look up to see my mom all excited,

to show me some new bridal outfits.

Gratitude fills my heart

for, I am blessed with parents

who approve of my choice

of a life partner!

 

It is shameful that in spite of calling ourselves a progressive country, we still get to read about such brutal murders, here in India and many other countries. Honor killing is a homicide of a member of a family (usually the woman), by her own family.  It is believed that she has disgraced the family by digressing from their tradition, religion and social norms.  They are killed for supposed ‘illicit’ relationships, for marrying men of their choice, for divorcing abusive husbands, dressing in ways which are deemed inappropriate, engaging in non-heterosexual relations or renouncing a faith. They are even murdered by their kin if they are raped as they are thereby deemed to have brought shame on their family. The truth of the suspicion does not matter — merely the allegation is enough to bring dishonor on the family and therefore justifies the slaying.

 

What do you see # 32

V’J’s weekly challenge  #98 : No words

Eugi’s weekly prompt: gratitude

Mystic Magic!

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The wondrous sky reflects a mystic grace as

the pearly moon casts a shimmer on the tranquil waters.

With an earnest prayer to bring her back,

the soul rows on, into the shadowy depths of a cerulean reverie

gathering the remnants of the once blossoming romance.

The benevolent stars illuminate her reflective heart

serenades a sanguine tune, a buoyant spirit smiles.

What do you see #7

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