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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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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

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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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People I met on the way

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Moving ahead on life’s journey
I came across teachers innumerable
The first teacher, my mother
Loving, caring yet stern

Lessons in morality she taught me
Right or wrong I learnt to know
My friend, philosopher and guide she is
A woman of substance, strong

Dad was another wonderful tutor
A man who helped me overcome my flaws
The timid me drew strength from him
Learnt to fight and stand on my own

Teachers there were many more
All great, intelligent, loving
Yet some I must make mention here
A tribute to them I owe

Afternoons in second were a delight
Sleep we were supposed to do
Yet restless we could not help but chatter
The tongue would not rest for long

Sr. Magda a wonderful Italian
Class teacher of second would bribe us with ‘pudding’
Silence and sleep would follow on hearing
‘Pudding’ (chocolates) ready, mouths would open ***

A lady fine in Mrs. Edgar we found^^^
Understanding, loving, witty no doubt
Geography a pet she made of ours
Welcome she was always in class

Mornings we went early to school
Sleep insufficient we had to choose
Mrs. Edgar would suddenly call out aloud
‘Goodnight my dear’ as a yawn was let out

Inquisitive eyes looking around
Trying to spot the Mrs. Edgar’s ‘dear’
Failing in mission we’d all return back
The ‘dear’ was always a mystery for us

Miss Bella, the Physics Ma’am tall and thin
Dark ,beautiful with flowing hair
Soft in speech and heart she was
Physics she loved and made us love too

Many more there were I must say
Many more there are even today
In each person I meet a teacher I see
Child, youth, adult, aged whoever they be

Life is a world teeming with millions
Millions all humans entirely different
Each a teacher in his own very way
And a student too no doubt, I must say.

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*** ( Sr. Magadalena would pop in a chocolate each in our mouth. That was her’pudding’)

^^^(Mrs. Edgar was an adorable person. Aged yet beautiful. She had something about her that automatically pulled us towards her, A magnet she was.As soon as someone in class yawned, she would wish the person ‘Good Night’, not sarcastically but genuinely. But except for the person concerned no one else knew who she had addressed. It was always a mystery for us.Once when we were in the X std. she got one of the girl’s who was literally falling off due to sleep, to go to back of the class, put three chairs together and sleep. A truly adorable person she was.)

In fact, I must say that all my teachers in Kindergarden and school were adorable. Stern they were, yet loving too.Each one of them was a gem. The rod was never taken up. No sort of physical or mental punishment was applied. The erring got away with a simple imposition. Was lucky to have them as my teachers in the days when my character was shaped.

I also fondly remember all my lecturers and professors in college. Each one of them contributed in one way or the other in shaping my mind and intellect. I owe my personality to all I met on the way right from my birth till this day.

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Inspired by the theme ‘People.’

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Rivulets

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The hillock came live
Stream rich in water and life
Awesome, inspiring.

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Tears well up in eyes
Rivulets speed in hurry
Kissing blushing cheeks

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Although small and thin
Full of life and love within
Quenches thirst of thirsty

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With sweltering heat
Sweat rivulets down charred back
Skin leak, exhausting.

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Rough, rich, green grassland
Home to European moth
Brown with white on green

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Food for thought

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Inspired by the theme ‘Food‘ at

Munching on a biscuit I asked myself
Sweet or Salt or mix of both?
My taste buds found it hard to tell
The taste they felt the biscuit gave

I wondered why it mattered much
I asked myself the question too
My mind then revealed a secret
Something interesting and intriguing

The food we eat, the mind said
Is not just to satisfy hunger
It does conveys a lot more
Things we often have not known

If it were just to satisfy hunger
The taste buds would not have mattered
The salt and sugar would leave the shelf
Raw leaves and fruits would take their place

The stove, the vessels would not be there
Life would be a lot more easier
But then, maybe my friend you’d find
Life a lot more dull and bitter

The sweet, the salt in foods convey
A lot more, than just the taste
They reveal to us the secret of life
It’s there for us to explore and find

The lucky one sees in its taste
Joy, Joy and nothing more or less
The sweet is more exciting for him, my friend
The salt is just a passing thing

The struggling one sees in it
A mix of joy and trial
For him the salt is just a booster
The sweet a trophy he has earned

The vagabond laying hands on it
Ignores the sweet and the salt
The food for him is manna
The bitter one will also do.

The tastes are but the type of life
Each one of us leads here on earth
The food we eat helps us realize
That life is a mix of good and bad

The lucky one has sugared food
The struggling one a mix of sweet and salt
The one with not a home or hearth
Is happy even with the bitter one

The next time you crib on taste
Just think of the one without a hearth or home
The food you eat will taste the best
You will not bother whether it’s sweet or sour.

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Friends,

We often come across people wasting food. The next time before you waste food, just think of the person on the street, the one who yearns for just one morsel of anything. Remember “Cook only what you want and serve only what you can have.” Make children realize the value of food from an early age. Tell them that food is to be revered and respected.

Food can make us and mare us too. A healthy diet keeps us fit and fine whereas junk food makes us sick and crying. So let’s take on the challenge and eat healthy.

Geeta

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My first priceless possession

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Wafting through the air
There came a smell familiar
My nostrils strained to catch
That scent, musty yet heady

I looked around me
Found nothing strange nor new
Following the scent I reached
A shelf stacked with books, old and new

Slowly, in a trance
I opened it, heart beating wild
My hands reached out to pull
One that was favourite of mine

The hardcover colourful smiled
Calling me to feel
The touch, the fragrance of
My first and best possession

I opened the book to read
The title was there bold
Story of a knight
In shining armour bright

A hero he was there
A hero he was mine
A book I had read
Admiring his gut and might.

Slowly inhaling the scent
I remembered the day I bought
The one book I had always held
Close to my heart from nine.

I slowly started to read
The story of valour and good deed
I did not know time fly
They stood there before me live

KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS

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The awe inspiring, beautiful seven

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Droplets of water
Brilliant riot of colours
Rainbow hues did see.

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The seeker in him
Sought the meaning of true love
Found it deep within.

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Mistook horizon
Believed the earth ended there
Just an illusion.

(The number 7 is said to represent
the seeker, the thinker, the searcher
of Truth. 7 is aware that nothing is
exactly as it looks. Reality is often
hidden behind illusions.)

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Dreams of beloved
Seven seas separating
Ah! So romantic.

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From Fars to Sanji
Many hues of life revealed
mesmerizing world.

( Here Fars to Sanji means the
route from the Sea of Fars i.e
Persian Sea to the Sea of Sanji
i.e Sea of China. This was the
route to China which covered
seven seas in all)

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All through Mon. to Sat.
Life’s wheel rotates at snail’s pace
Sunday puts on wings.

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Searching, researching
Solar world is intriguing
Seven diverse worlds

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Seven dazzling stars
lighting up the dark night sky
Yogis there above.

( Here the ‘Yogis’ are the Seven
great sages or ‘Saptarishis’
mentioned in Indian Mythology.
They are Vasishta, Marich, Angirasa,
Atri, Pualsthya, Pulaaha and Krathu.
Belief has it that they are the seven
bright stars representing Constelation
Ursa Major)

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The magic strings weaved
Melody pure and touching
Aah! Treat for the heart.

( Here I refer to the ‘Saptaswara’
or seven musical notes ie Sa, Re,
Ga, Ma, Pa, Dha, Ne)

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Seven wedding vows
Seven steps together take
Holy fire witness

( The seven vows is a very significant
ritual in majority Hindu marriages.
Encircling the Holy fire they make one
vow to each other with each step round.
Only after taking the seven rounds are
they declared husband and wife. Each
step has a special significance.)

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Incredible east
Unexplored paradise green
Pure divinity.

( Unexplored paradise referred to here
are the seven contiguous sister states
of Assam, Arunachal Pradesh, Meghalaya,
Manipur, Tripura, Nagaland and Manipur
in North East India )

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Seven wonders old
Awe inspiring creations
Truly amazing

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Crushing down demons
Protecting the lovable
Goddesses seven

( The seven hindu goddesses are
Brahmani, Vaishnavi, Maheshwari,
Indrani, Kaumari, Varahi and Chamunda
or Narasimhi. They are usually depicted
as a heptad and are know as Saptamatrikas
meaning “seven mothers”)

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