Your alluring eyes
Entangle me in their web
I succumb, willingly
Trampling my feelings
You leave, nonchalantly
I keep on waiting
Besotted by you
I wish for our unison
My gossamer dream
* Pics are from the net.
Feb10
Tag Archives: love
Feb9
Weekly Photo Challenge: Home!
As clichéd as it sounds, home is where the heart is. Indeed. But my heart is a conflicted organ.
While a major chunk of my heart is where my family and loved ones are. So, home means being with family, wherever they are – out in the wilderness or in the comforts of four walls.
A piece of my heart, a wanderer, is where my peace of mind is. So, home for my wandering heart means either soaring high in the sky amidst the dancing clouds or finding solace in the lap of the majestic mountains, far far away.
On the top of a hill
Under the blue sky with a dollop of clouds
Is where I reside
And that’s my home
* For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Home.
Feb7
The Ligo Haibun Challenge: Melt!
Insatiable Desire!
(218 Words)
Lying on the bed, draped in satin sheet, I gaped at the ceiling and the ludicrous blue color. The hotel room needed a serious makeover and yet here we were every Wednesday. The warmth of his breath made me feel alive. Even in deep slumber, he looked so appealing. Normally, I’d fall asleep in his arms and go our separate ways in the morning but tonight sleep eluded me.
“Wake up.” I couldn’t resist and shook him up.
“Whaaaaat?”
“What do I mean to you?”
“Ugh! Seriously. At this hour? Let’s talk in the morning.”
“I want to know now.”
“You’re the air I breathe. My oxygen. Every moment I spend without you, I die a little.”
“Then why can’t we be together? Marry me. I want to be yours forever.”
“You know, I love you. I really do. But I can’t divorce her. Please don’t ruin what we have. This was our pact when we started seeing each other.”
After a long pause, he continued.. “Now come, show me some love.”
I lay there staring at the flickering candle and the melting wax. A tear made its way to the ear from the corner of my eye.
Love faded. Hope died. One more night.
Melting by his touch
Succumbing to his strong hold
My heart sank again
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* Written for the Haibun Challenge:
Haībun is Prosimetric writing. The haībun format here for the Līgo Haībun Challenge is as follows ~
A paragraph (more than one paragraph is fine, or just a few sentences) in prose form of either
- a descriptive passage , or excerpt from a story/or previously published post
- an explanation
- a tale
- a travelogue
- a news item
- a recipe
and
- the haiku to close
Jan30
Friday Fictioneers!
Every week Rochelle posts a pic and encourages everyone to write a 100 word story based on it. The photo prompt for this week is:
Photo Credit: Claire Fuller
Obsession!
Emma’s love for him was more of an obsession in which he felt trapped. Every time he tried to leave, she cajoled him into staying. Her overly possessive behavior strained their relationship further.
At last, he decided to confront her. She was in the basement giving the finishing touches to the sculpture she called the symbol of their love. He never admired it as art wasn’t his forte.
Soon things spiraled out of control and in a fit of rage; she hit him with the sculpture. He bled to death and she smiled thinking there’d never be any disagreements now.
Jan29
Weekly Writing Challenge!
Photo Credit: Cheri Lucas
The Wait!
Vivian was a free spirit. Full of spark and vivacity, it never was difficult for her to attract attention. Especially from men. With the sensuous curves in her body to the irresistible wit and humor, she possessed a striking concoction of looks and brains. Although a ballet teacher by choice, she had her hands in too many baskets. An artist par excellence, she owned an art gallery featuring some of the local talents. In her spare time, she contributed literary articles to the local library and gave guest lectures at her alma mater. However, it was her passion for green and safe environment that occupied most of her time, researching ways to minimalize damage to the planet.
The only shortcoming, if any, was that she treated men like toys, having issues trusting them. Her relationships never lasted more than 3 months, none of them reaching beyond the hand shake. Anyone who’d show even an iota of interest in her, she’d distance them completely by behaving acrimoniously. Maybe it was her mother because of whom she lost faith in men. In her early years, her father was mostly absent from their life because of work which took him all around the world. And when he did eventually settle down, he chose a separate family, abandoning them. This didn’t dampen her mother’s spirit and she opened up with someone again only to be fooled and heartbroken. After four failed marriages and alcohol addiction, she stopped looking for love to make her complete. And age only made her more cynical. The void left in her mother’s life significantly impacted hers. Her mother’s pain scarred Vivian for life and became the reason she abhorred men.
Until about a few months ago she would’ve vouched for her loathing but something was changing her heart now. Rather someone. Edward came into her life as a breath of fresh air, turning it upside down. In her company, she was just herself with no pretensions whatsoever. She was beginning to see that there are men who care and love with the same intensity like her or even more.
But before she succumbed to the heart’s desire she knew exactly what to do. She was sure in her head that it was only a matter of time before Edward left her so felt responsible to protect her heart from the agony. She met him at their favorite coffee shop and shocked him with her decision to end their relationship.
Edward tried to reason with her but in vain. He realized that instead of fighting for her to stay, letting her go to find her own happiness was the best thing he could do for her. As they walked outside on the cobblestone stairs, Edward hugged her one last time.
She walked straight towards the tram, never looking back. Edward knew he was ready to wait as long as it takes to change her mind. He was here to stay.
* Written for the Weekly Writing Challenge.
Jan28
Trifecta Challenge: Mouth!
The word prompt for this week’s Trifecta Challenge is:
MOUTH
3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as
a : the place where a stream enters a larger body of water
b : the surface opening of an underground cavity
c : the opening of a container
d : an opening in the side of an organ flue pipe
Please remember:
- Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
- You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
- The word itself needs to be included in your response.
- You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
- Only one entry per writer.
- Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.
Here’s mine:
The First Encounter!
(224 Words)
Zara always had a backup plan. Her life was all about the successful execution of her plans. If one thing didn’t work out she had something else to fall back upon. But what she never prepared herself for was heartbreak. The man she loved dearly left her insisting it was just a fling. While it had been three months since, she still yearned for him. Every vein in her body ached for his touch.
And although personally she was a wreck, professionally she maintained her poise. The agony behind her kohl smudged eyes was only hers to bear.
She had become an expert at masking her emotions at work. Her presentation today was a testimony that there’s nothing she can’t accomplish professionally. She stunned everyone, especially the new Director who was completely smitten by her. Sneaking his hand into the mouth of the cookie jar on the conference table and devouring the chocolate chip cookie, he glanced at her almost choking on the last bite. He noticed a void in her eyes and felt a deep burning desire to know everything about her.
“Sheer brilliance” is all he said, shaking their hands. She smiled, unperturbed and walked past him leaving the whiff of her fragrance in the air.
This may not be a bad place to settle down after all. He thought and smiled.
Jan26
Weekly Photo Challenge: Love!
Love is the theme for the Weekly Photo Challenge and here’s my interpretation:
There’s nothing more pure, soothing, unconditional, delightful, beautiful, magical, and surreal than a mother’s love. And you realize it more only when you become one. It’s a bond for lifetime and not a day, week, month or year.
“A mother’s love is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking.” – Helen Rice
Jan23
Friday Fictioneers!
Every week Rochelle posts a pic and encourages everyone to write a 100 word story based on it. The photo prompt for this week is:
Photo Credit – Renee Homan Heath
Here’s my story:
Just Another Day!
I was sitting on the beach, brooding, when I first saw her, pirouetting on the sand impeccably. Brimming with mirth, her face exuded exceptional radiance. Watching her play with the waves somehow helped me in accepting this new phase.
My life ended abruptly because of an accident, landing me here. In heaven. And finally my soul has found its match which I never did when alive. I feel liberated and elated.
Now swinging on the moon, juggling the stars, dancing on the waves, flying in the air, throwing cloud balls at each other is like just another day. In paradise.
Jan15
Trifecta Challenge: Idle!
The word prompt for this week’s Trifecta Challenge is:
Idle
1: lacking worth or basis : vain <idle chatter> <idle pleasure>
2: not occupied or employed: as
a : having no employment : inactive <idle workers>
b : not turned to normal or appropriate use
c : not scheduled to compete <the team will be idle tomorrow>
3: a : shiftless, lazy
The rules:
Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
Only one entry per writer.
Trifecta is open to everyone!! Please join us.
Here is my contribution:
Comfortably Numb!
(222 words)
If there’s anything I know about Elizabeth it’s her intensity to love and insatiable need to be loved. “My heart wants what it wants, what to do?” she says repetitively. But it’s when the heart craves a perfect harmony, a symphony of similar chords strumming the strings of the guitar, is when you are thrown a curveball. Her world crumbled when she sighted Darcy flippantly kissing another girl.
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Elizabeth and Darcy met for the first time when she walked into his clinic with her idle dog in tow for a checkup. They connected instantly but weren’t ready to commit just yet. He was quite a charmer and swept her off her feet with his mannerisms in no time. With each passing day she felt a growing tingling feeling in his presence that would make her go numb. She started demanding more from their relationship and his reluctance led to their falling out. He was a free bird with little to no interest in settling down.
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I met her in the rehab where she was brought after substance abuse. This is when she told me about him and her eagerness to go back a better person hoping he would’ve changed his mind.
Like I said if there’s anything I know about Elizabeth it’s her intensity to love and insatiable need to be loved.
Jan14
Picture It & Write!
Every week Ermiliablog host a photograph suggested by contributors and urge people to join in, comment with their paragraph of fiction to accompany the image.
Here’s my story:
The Fear!
Soaking herself in the tub she couldn’t stop thinking about today’s conversation.
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“You still don’t get it. Do you? I love you. I chose you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. God dammit!” He retorted.
“Ummm.. I.. “ Before she could even complete her sentence, he held her tightly and began kissing her.
“All I know is we can have a life together. A wonderful life just the way you always dreamt of.” He started whispering into her ears.
Distancing herself she adjusted the straps of her dress and started crying profusely.
“Don’t you love me?” He broke the abrupt silence, looking for affirmation.
Wiping her tears and composing herself, she started blabbering “You don’t understand. I’m married to a man who abhors infidelity and seeks pleasure in beating me. I can’t run away from him. He wouldn’t stop looking for us until he kills us both.”
“You have to trust me to keep you safe and wouldn’t let him harm you anymore. All I ask is for you to have faith in me. In us.” He tried to console her but in vain.
She started walking towards the car and heard him at the distance “I’ll wait for you tonight at the train station.”
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Sitting here in the tub and staring outside the window she wanted to somehow magically disappear into his arms and feel safe again. She felt alive in his company. He proved to her that there can be love without infliction of pain. But as much as her heart wanted to run away, her head was telling her the only way to keep them both safe was to take his life tonight before leaving, freeing herself of the fear forever.
Suddenly she was shaken up from her thoughts when the door flung open.
“Honey, I’m home!’
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