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MUSIC

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Cu- ckoo of the Cuckoo
Welcoming the first rays of the sun
Awakens the drowsy, brings cheer to the baby
Weaves magic, magic, magic…

Flute to the lips
Eyes closed and relaxed
Strains wafting through the air
Weave magic, magic, magic…

Fingers on Veena
A smile on the lips
Sweet melody lifting spirits
Weaves magic, magic, magic…

Drums in front
Stick in hand
Sounds invigorating filling the air
Weaves magic, magic, magic…

Strains of music in the air
Bringing smiles,calming spirits
Imparting life to limbs lazy
Work magic, magic, magic…

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Dreams Vs Reality

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Lying within layers of blankets,I dream
A dream invigorating it may seem
I see myself climbing snow clad peaks
Braving blizzards and avalanches


I sit on the beach far away from the waves
Sifting through the sands
See myself rafting down turbulent waters
Body sprayed with water exhilarating


I watch from the sidelines my friends’ paragliding
See myself in the harness suspended
Waving to the teaming crowds below
The wind my mate caressing, encouraging


Sitting in front of the television
I see in me another Bolt in the making
Feel hot blood flushing my face
As I fly on legs no less than wings


I stand by the side of the road
See the mad rush of vehicles passing
Step forward to cross, step back in fear
Feel helpless, ashamed, a coward lame


I dream and dream for dreams are free
To make them work I need something
Something called courage
To take the leap

Can I or can I not?
It’s for me to think, decide and act
Each day, each minute is precious I know
I must move out of my comfort zone.

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Today’s prompt for the challenge is
“ You can choose courage or you can choose comfort (but) you cannot have both.”
Brene Brown

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So have I been able to pull it off? Do let me know in the comment section below.

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Agony Of A Free Bird

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What is life if I were to follow rules that others make
Born a free bird, live a free bird, die a free bird is my birth right I say
Traffic rules are not for me, I like the wind caressing my hair as I do ride
Seat belts restrict me; they are a nuisance I cannot bear.

 
 
Hair flying wild in the wind he rode the Pulsar at top gear
Raced his Audi on bumpy roads, the seat belt lying limp by his side
Hot blood rushed through his being, life a joyous ride for him
Wild as the wind he raced along life’s path at speeds no one dared

 
 
Then one day his kid the Pulsar, skid off the bumpy road
Threw him off as would a raging bull on hot rocks rough and sharp
Skull shattered, legs broken, eyes closed in a pool of blood he lay
Helpless, moaning, writhing in pain, waiting for solace…….

 
 

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Challenge
and this one is on today’s prompt i.e. ‘Disobedience

 
 


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A Battle Fought With A Smile

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High hopes and aspirations
Winged with talent abundant
Saw him soar high in the tinsel town
They call Mollywood

A young guy was he
With a promise to make it big
Maybe one day reign at # 1
With a fan base the envy of everyone

Then one day
Fate gave him a blow
Fatal and stunning
Shaking everyone to the core

The fighter in him received it with a smile
Said I’ll survive, I’ll survive
Moved ahead with a beautiful smile
Looked ahead with stars in the eye

He won the round
Was an inspiration to all
Showed that half the battle is won
If one fights with a smile and a will of steel

Two years went by
Life looked happy and bright
The enemy within felt jealous, decided to strike
This time with a force great and precise

Shocked yet composed
He took up arms
Fought valiantly day in, day out
With a smile on the face and a positive brain

The messages he wrote from the hospital bed
Lent hope to the sick, wiped tears of the sad
The smile he sported even when drained
Energized the medics, made them smile

Then one day the world woke up to hear
The passing away of the brave young lion heart
One who even in the face of the illness gnawing on him
Smiled and smiled, imparted courage to all
 
 

PS: The prompt ‘Terminal’ brought back images of Jishnu Raghavan, a very talented young actor of Mollywood who even while battling throat and lung cancer continued to smile. His thoughts and messages were a great source of inspiration to many a patient suffering the deadly disease. He passed away on March 25, 2016 at the prime age of 35.

Do visit Jishnu Raghavan’s FB Page to get an insight into his thoughts even when battling the disease.


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Life as I see it

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Life is a journey
A journey long and mysterious
We make some plans, we follow certain patterns
Only to find them go awry in just a few seconds.
 
 
Life is a journey
A journey of surprises and sudden decisions
We make some plans, we follow certain patterns
Only to find ourselves change them on the spur of a moment.
 
 
Life is journey
A journey of ups and downs
It is a journey that calls for changes
Life is unpredictable.
 
 
So,
Follow a routine, a pattern
But be ready to make changes and adjustments
Enjoy, learn and be rewarded.
 
 
Life is to be loved and lived
Not to be killed by monotony and grief.


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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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