An eerie bungalow,
A coffin below.
Green eyes glow,
Sending a sweat flow.
Cold winds blow,
You never know.
I move very slow,
To make the volume low,
A Halloween movie although.
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Month: October 2016
Six Word Story Challenge : Hoard
This is my story for this week’s “Six Word Story Challenge” posted by Sometimes Stellar Storyteller. This week’s prompt is “Hoard”.
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She is hiding in my womb.
Deeper than you think
The lava is hot,
Playing the plot.
Growing the boundary,
Confirming its victory.
Ashes that remain,
Agony it reminds.
Hunger it feeds,
Giant its need.
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Puzzled
A jigsaw puzzle,
I play it subtle.
Here and there,
Pieces to pick.
Wanna grab it quick,
But almost in a fix.
Rearrange them quick,
To find a way out.
A piece in life puzzle,
Forgotten in the hustle.
Changed the perception,
A look back at past action.
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If you like the poem, please read my other poetries and short stories too,
Short stories and Short series
Distanced
Not far from sight,
But distanced by fight.
Mutually egoistic brain,
Banned our love.
A temporary clash,
Will fade away,
When we detour,
To heart from head.
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If you have enjoyed my poetry, please check my other poetries and short series too. Here are the links to few of them,
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Poetry:
Ladylove – Part 3
A love tale to remember. Not so boring, not so dragging. A small episode at a time, a treat to your heart. My first attempt to write short series.
I think he noticed me. I should have been more careful. Did he find out that I’m following him? Or was it just a coincidence that he was staring at me near the college road and railway station? Thank god he didn’t notice me in the book fair and theater. I was so close to him.
Why I’m doing all this? Shall I confess to him? I’m so tired of thinking. Hope things get better soon. I’m waiting for my day dear.
I should get up early tomorrow. I don’t wanna miss his photo exhibition. He is doing it for the first time. He must have struggled a lot. He is so passionate about photography. He is too good at his profession. He is my man.
Something is stirring my heart. My mind is blank.
Pouring my heart to you makes me feel better. My secret friend, I have confessed everything only to you. All my silent speech is scribbled within you.
I need rest badly. I feel very tired nowadays. It’s time for dreaming. Good night my friend.
I read those lines from the journal again.
to be continued…
Those who missed the previous parts please check the below links,
Within me
Those tiny legs,
Kicking me soft.
The Rhythmic heartbeat,
Tuning my life.
A movement you make,
Excites my day.
Expecting the day,
With hopes all the way.
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Fantasy
Evils of deadly time,
Buried in the divinity.
The ancient ruins of history,
Reborn in the thoughts of creative mind,
To give life to the screenplay.
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Ladylove – Part 2
Yet another love story. A journey with love. My first attempt to write short series.
I never liked stalking or disturbing girls, so decided not go in search of her. But I couldn’t resist seeing her picture. She had already conquered my heart. “If she is destined to be part of my life, it will happen.”, I said to myself.
Days passed, I was completely engaged with a new assignment. After a tiring day I was waiting in a local railway station to take a train to my place. It was not my usual commute, but had no other option as my bike was in the service station.
After 20 minutes of wait, the train arrived. I managed to get a seat in the busy general compartment. It was a 30 minute ride. I got down at my destination and started walking in the platform. The train slowly started moving, I casually looked at the moving compartments. My heart paralyzed again. Oh my god! It was her. Yes, she was in the train sitting near the window in the ladies compartment, talking with a lady.
I missed her again. I cursed myself for my fate.
to be continued…
For those who missed previous part here is the link,
Ladylove – Part 1
This is the first episode of my short series. My first attempt to write series. Yet another love tale. A journey with love.
I still remember the day I saw her. I never believed in love at first sight, but somehow her eyes proved me wrong.
I was a budding photographer then, happy with my profession and income. Never bothered about future. Photography is my passion and life. And it gave me the love of my life.
It was a Friday morning. I was busy clicking pictures near a college road. The sun was shining bright. A light breeze mixed with fragrance of flowers touched my skin. My camera lens lost focus. When I tried to adjust, I saw her through the lens. A moment of fluttering heart beat. Unknowingly I was watching her. May be focussing her through my lens. Her eyes could freeze the world. No wonder my camera lost focus when she passed by.
A glimpse at her paralyzed my heart. When I was back to reality she was gone. I felt disappointed, but wait, my camera had clicked her picture.
to be continued…
Scribbled by M 