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Heart strings vibrated

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A ray of light hit my head
Looking up, I blinked my eyes
My heart missed a beat
The gaping roof beckoned me

Out I flew,
The winds caressed me, lifted me in ecstasy
Heart strings vibrating
Sweet melody enveloped me

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FREEDOM!!!

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The mourning

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The air was still
Nature waited with baited breath
A lonely crow perched atop the tree
Looked right, looked left and then at me

The blanket of silence was shattered by a hundred ’caws’
The lonely crow lay there still and motionless.

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The challenge – Answer the question “ Why do birds suddenly appear?” in exactly 42 words

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An unexpected visitor

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100 words on saturday

He came
Brought cheer
A smile on every lip
A sparkle in every eye

Questions twirled in minds around
What did this visit signify?
Good tidings
Gifts,new purchases?

Guesses and plans took centre stage
Animated conversation flowed
Wishes were made
Longings revealed

He sat there
Quiet, a statue in green
Deep in contemplation
Enjoying the cool interior

The door bell rang out loud
Expectant eyes looked out
Eyes widened, mouths opened
Life stood still for a moment

At the door stood a man long thought lost
Tears flowed, hugs followed
The grasshopper
Flew out silently into the garden green

Here there are two unexpected visitors. One the grasshopper a precursor to good tidings.The other is the good tidings itself in the form of the return of the long lost man.

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A 100 word drabble written on the prompt “An unexpected visitor” at Write Tribe

Linking to Poets United: Poetry Pantry #196 too

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Little yet precious

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Today is Day 3 of The Third Edition of Write Tribe Festival Of Words and today it’s time for some “Free Write”.

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It’s small, it’s metal yet it’s precious
You lose it, you misplace it, you get unnerved
It‘s more precious than those studs of yours
Lose it and hell may be let loose on you.

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The dip in the river was warm and refreshing
But the key in the car gave him cold feet
Finally walking miles on muddy road
Tired and weary, reached home to retrieve the duplicate key

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The key she kept in a safe place, away from sight
Planning to retrieve it when the need did arise
Wedding around, she decided to open the locker safe
But went cold on not finding the key in its place

From dawn to dusk the search was on
Each nook, each corner was looked into by all
The bank was contacted to pry open the locker safe
Thousands shelled out to get the key replaced

One day when cleaning the safe haven she found
The key resting safe in a recess hitherto unknown
Damage done she wanted to throw it away
But kept it as a memento of the upheaval of that day

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Key inside, he locked his little Sis and went off to play
Forgot she was wont to get afraid at not seeing him there
The wail, the sobs alerting the neighbors they called him from play
Only to be told the key was within

At only two how could they tell her to put in the key?
The sobs finally died down, the worries increased
One gutsy guy scaled the floors three
Jumped on to the balcony, broke panes, entered to open the door free

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Huh! This little key of steel it may be
Yet precious it is there is no doubt, you see
Safe and secure you may feel having it around
Yet pain in the neck it can often turn out to be

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Just when I was sitting down to write I remembered that my post for Wednesday prompt was also due. Was down with flu you see. So I decided to write one post for both. So linking this to the linky at “Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt too”

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The Win

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Rushing in I threw my bags
Disgusted I was with myself
Straight I went and fell on bed
Wept I till exhausted,slept

Dark dreams overtook my little mind
Wept I in troubled sleep
Knew not when strong arms held me tight
Kissed away the frightening dark

Strong aroma wafting through the air
Piercing through my nostrils wide
Sent signals to the brain asleep
Coaxed it, set my body free

Opening eyes, I found her there
Plate full of cookies held in hand
With eyes angry I looked at her
Words of hate wafted through the air

On and on I poured my heart
Fear, anger, anguish kept tumbling out
Silently she heard it all
Uttered not a single word

Done and spent, I looked her square in the eyes
Searched for embers red in dark eyes
But what I see, not anger there
Sadness, empathy and much more

Soft hands took mine in theirs
Eyes of compassion searched my face
Pulling me to her bosom warm
Held me tight in loving warmth

Know not how long we sat there like this
Gentle hands caressed my head small
Stream of words flowed softly from her lips
Love and warmth in them I felt

That day a bond was made between us two
My tiny heart miserable, afraid
Her mother’s heart full of love and care
The wall of hate fell away

The mother in her won me, her adopted child
The battle of hate she won with love
Tolerance and compassion played a role
They paved the way for everlasting love.

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Inspired by the prompt ‘Listen with the ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love! ~ Rumi‘ on WRITE TRIBE

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Thirst

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I sat at the window looking out in awe
Bags piled on back, water bottles in hand
The stream never ending flowed on and on
Melody in chatter and giggles I could discern

My eyes started flowing, hands trembled like leaves
I looked up at the skies and sent a prayer small
A prayer it was just small for them to concede
A prayer it was big for me, small

I looked at my legs and willed them to move
They wobbled; they struggled, sent me crashing to the ground
The cry from my lips set the house abuzz
A commotion it was there by my side

The pain from the fall was not new to me
The pain would leave, I knew without any doubt
But the pain within was deep, disturbing
Residing deep, troubling throughout

I looked through the window, the stream was still flowing
I looked at Dad, said I was thirsty, wanting to drink
The thirst for knowledge, the thirst to be part of the stream
Had to be quenched or I’d fall prey to fate worse than disability

The cry was heeded, my being blessed
Strong arms carried me all the way to school
Formalities over, I became a part of the stream
Drops of water (knowledge), drenched me to the core

But the thirst for knowledge still drives me on
I read and read, I write and write
Words take shape in ink in this pen of mine
Only to flow in black and white

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I AM BLESSED

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Inspired by the theme ‘Thirsty‘ on Theme Thursday

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Mirror with a difference

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Inspired by Poets United Mid- Week Motif~ Mirror”

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I looked at the boy
Hardly thirteen was he
Eyes drowned in holes
Cheeks hollow, hair overgrown

Frame small and weak
Covered in rags dusty and thin
A bundle of bones
Each visible to me.

Sack on back
Filled with sand for a home
Trudging and tripping
He moved down the road

Eyes wide, I looked as he moved along
Back bent as a bow, eyes firm on the road
A gasp I let out when I saw his hand on the sack
A stump it was in place of a hand

A mirror in him I saw of the millions around
Suffering, struggling to keep hunger at bay
His eyes determined, taught me that day
The will to achieve makes one tough to pain

I saw in him a hero unknown
Imparting lessons in waging war against odds
Not shedding a tear, or receiving alms
Earning a living with dignity and hope

With new eyes I looked into the mirror again
Ah! What I see amazes me
A smart, handsome, hardworking boy of thirteen
Sparkling eyes, head high up with pride

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Dreams

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Dreams I often see
Eyes closed, eyes open
Wonderful and positive
Funny , hilarious

As a child I often saw a dream
Running to board the rickshaw to school
Half way through the journey no shoes would I see
Potato holes in the socks would worry me

Another would be of a game I would play
With little sis a prankster I must say
Blindfolded I’d be, hiding she’s go
Worried I’d be,only to find her on the jamun tree***

As I grew up to be a lass fine
Saw myself on the top all time
Score card in hand I’d strut in pride
Only to wake and find it a dream

Marriage around the corner I’d dream
A happy long life always with him
Together we’d go to the movies then dine
With sparkling eyes I’d look up at him

Daughter born I thought only of her
My dreams, my aspirations all centered around her
Saw in her a beautiful girl
Intelligent, witty, the darling of all

Dream I of a wonderful education for her
Something she’d love and willingly take
Knowing its’ the gift that we can make
She’s done us proud, the dream has come true

Dreams of a career bright I did see
A token of thanks to mom and dad mine
This I achieved I can say with pride
Left I the same when the time was right

Dreams I see of varied hues
But all I must say are colourful too
Wake up when I from any of them
Find myself recharged with energy new

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*** My sister never could climb a tree. It was always a dream I wished was true. Then we could have a lot of fresh juicy Jamuns.

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Inspired by the theme ‘Dreams.’

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013 at

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Celebrating the ‘Festival of Words’ I put together my thoughts in these too

Day 1 – The treasure of life

Day 2- Food for thought

Day 3- Catch them young

Day 4- Morning Raga

Day 5- Journey

Day 6- People I met on the way

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Journey

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Travel I did start
Long before I was born
The mother’s womb was but
A mini world for me

Each turn, each twist was a journey
A journey towards life unknown
The future I not bothered
Knowing I’d not be alone

Then one day I traveled
To a new world full of light
The travel was not easy
But I had to move and try

An alien world I entered
Frightened of all around
The first rays of the new world
Made me cry with force aloud

The people around
Found me cute and beautiful
They fawned and purred on seeing me
As though I was a princess little

I traveled on a journey
Different from that I’d known till then
There I didn’t have company
Here there were millions

As I grew up I started
To like this world around
The journey of life took me
Through roads hitherto unknown

The day I took me first step
Freedom new I found
The day I lisped my first words
All hell broke around

The KG days were probably
The best I’d ever known
Then through school I did travel
The sail was smooth and safe

The college days were adventurous
New friends I did make
Slowly travelling forward
I made a career great

Then came marriage sudden
A new journey awaited me
From daughter to wife to mother
The travel was tension free

The journeys all were beautiful
Many a face I did see
The travel was an experience
That helped make me, me

The joys, the sorrows I experienced
Were the guides I met on the way
They showed me the way and left me
To learn my lessons my way

Not one lap have I regretted
Not one friend have I forgotten
The passengers I met on this travel
Have helped me in their own little way

The travel till now has been wonderful
Interesting, intriguing, exhilarating
No regrets as I leave each station
Look only ahead to a new destination.

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Inspired by the theme ‘Travel.’ Thought I’d just travel on a different journey –‘The journey of Life.’

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013 at
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Morning Raga

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The morning light is yet to be seen
The crickets can be heard from far and near
Singing are they, to their hearts content
Unmindful of the sleeping world

The cock sleeping, woke at four
Thought it’s time the world should wake
Let off a note so loud and clear
The baby in the cradle felt an urge to sing

The resting sun was yet to stir
But the crow in the nest felt it’s time to ‘crow’
Proud at having a beautiful voice
Let out a melody for the world to hear

The cuckoo could not take it for long
Decided to give the crow lessons in song
Let out a sound so sweet and serene
The man risen early could not help but sing along

The doors of the sanctum sanctorum was opened at five
Lamps were lit welcoming the morning light
Bells rang to awaken the Gods asleep
The hymn wafting through the air awakened all beings

The morning air cool and pure
Was filled with music all around
The cricket, the cock, the crow, the cuckoo
Joined the rustle of leaves to welcome the morn

The water gushing between the banks
Smiled and rushed humming along
The first rays fell on earth
The Morning Raga was complete.

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Inspired by the theme ‘Music’

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013 at Write Tribe

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