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Braving Battles

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My blithe soul has tall guards,
made up of steel and grit
the walls may be transparent
showing the softer me
and I might welcome everyone
without any prejudice or stated decree
yet no one can invade
and exploit my peace,
for no sorrow has the grit
stronger than me
and sadness always fail to display
any pretentious charade
to deceive me
and every time they try dragging me
to some abstruse oblivion
they fail with absolute misery

And when such occasions present
and brush past me
I hold them as moments of pride,
wearing them as my battle scars
for I have nothing ever to hide

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Afflatuz Post – Foundered

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An Abstruse Smile

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She is not from this world,
or from the universe at large,
for her deviant soul
like some transient whiff
is there one moment
and in another, she disappears

Like a touch of brilliance,
or some hazy occult,
she leaves behind
traces of abstruseness
for the anxious souls
to remain bereaved and despair

And no matter what words,
or elixir draped proses,
or artistic rendition one displays,
she cannot be caged
in any poetic desires that one may wish

And for the few
who are fortunate to have her sight
she is never enough for the eyes
for before one can consume her aura
or open their heart to let her immerse
she disappears in such momentary trice
lost in the oblivion of some beguile disguise

But when she smiles
she leaves behind for eternity
her desirous stupor,
and spark of million thunderous bolt

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Lithograph – A Thought

He embossed her name on his heart like an emblem, and the bleeding veins often shone through his pensive smile as he displayed his time-worn lithograph with vengeance on his mind 

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Three Posts Using the Word Ostentatious

Hey Dear Fellow bloggers, hope your week is going fine. Here is my next attempt to write three different posts using the word “Ostentatious” –  A Thought, a poem, and flash fiction. I am providing links to all the three posts below. Let me know your views and thoughts.

Always appreciate your presence here. Stay Charming and Beautiful.

Ostentatious – A Thought

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Ostentatious – A Poem

Oh, you obnoxious soul, 
a walking terror 
without any iota of heart, 
you use your ostentatious charm 
to sway people to your advantage 
and never miss a chance 
to portray your vicious self 
and whenever you desire 
you abandon the person 
once you called a soulmate 
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for soon
I am sure it will accost you
and show you the real face of the purported side of life
that you so deserve

Ostentatious – A Flash Fiction 

Crawling her thoughts in the crevices of her heart she died a thousand deaths every day, and those nights when she was in the company of her miscreant mind, she battled several torrid times. Yet every morning she woke up, put her make up, displayed a brave face and much against her wish she wore that ostentatious smile. And she survived

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Afflatuz Post – Why I Write?

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Why I Write?

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Weekend Trip to Vermont

Last Friday I reached home after a hectic weeklong trip from India. I never get jet legged on my inbound journey but still take about a day to recoup. Surprisingly this time I was balmy. We had a short weekend getaway planned for a while and it helped, for I had to drive the same day to Vermont. I ran a few errands, got my car serviced and I was all ready to hit the road.

This was our first trip to Vermont and we were looking forward to being in the green mountain state. We booked a beautiful house through Airbnb. After a 5 hours drive, we reached our destination. It was 10 in the night when we entered Vermont. The place was in the middle of nowhere, pitch dark pathways, cricket noises, and deserted streets. And to add to the misery, we couldn’t find our house. Our house number was 3336 but the only mailbox number we saw was 3334. We spent 30 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Tried calling the owner but he didn’t pick up. To be fair to him it was late in the night. In the US you don’t drive into people driveway, so I was hesitant but after 4 loops, my patience got the best of me and I turned into the 3334 house, only to find the way cut into two leading to our place.

The first impression of the house was not great. It appeared old, no air conditioning and had a distinct musty odor. I was tired and without much prejudice, I retired for the night.

I woke up at 5:00 to a gorgeous sight. From the window, I could see the beautiful green Mount Equinox. Birds chirping, breeze cooler, and silence golden, welcoming me to nature’s fold. What appeared as a run-down house appeared to be a gorgeous house. A sunroom with hammock, a large porch overlooking the mountain, a treehouse on the side, and acres of wood in the backyard. There was something in the air and I planned to run in the wild and it was one of the best decision I took. I have a 5k coming up so it helped the cause. I ran for 2 miles through the beautiful pathways of Sunderland.

We went to a local place for breakfast. The place was run by an old family. Great host and sumptuous food.

Vermont Trip
The breakfast place

In the afternoon we went for the Mount Equinox skyline drive. A beautiful drive, which takes you 4000 feet above the ground with many stops in between to capture the breathtaking views. The best was at the peak, for there was a serpentine natural trail down to the ground. One of the best trail I took in recent times. The trail was 3 mile each way.

Manchester downtown was nearby. An old town charm with local shops and eateries. We settled for a Mexican restaurant, by far one of the best Mexican food I ate in a while.

Please check out the following advertisement dating back to the 18th century. It was captured as a collage in one of the old town restaurants

We came back for a short siesta. The tiredness from my India trip must have hit me, for when I woke up it was the next day morning. We visited the local areas and headed back home.

It was all in all a great experience and I am going to explore this place more in the coming times.

Thank you for reading

Ostentatious – A Flash Fiction

Crawling her thoughts in the crevices of her heart she died a thousand deaths every day, and those nights when she was in the company of her miscreant mind, she battled several torrid times. Yet every morning she woke up, put her make up, displayed a brave face and much against her wish she wore that ostentatious smile. And she survived

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Afflatuz Post – Hope

Friends, as some of you know I have launched another website to post some of mine as well as fellow bloggers work. Here is the link to one of my creation I posted today

Hope

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Lost – A Flash Fiction

The dilapidated house was left ajar, giving an uncalled invitation to any passerby. The aura was spooky and the silence hummed a constant eerie. It was over two days Linda was haphazardly tracking her way to find any human habitation without much success. The house was her only hope. Maybe she would find someone, maybe some clue to break away from the maze she was trapped. With a hesitant mind, she stepped inside, what appeared like a Victorian house from some past yonder. The hallway though draped with layers of cobwebs, appeared grandeur. The rusty balustrade, the wooden long winding staircase, the dusty chandeliers, and the ornate walnut neoclassic settees, pulled her in with ease.

A gentle soft touch on her shoulders shook her to the spine. The ice-cold touch froze her to the ground. It took a herculean effort for her to turn and accost her company. She turned and saw nothing but silence mocking her helplessness with an eldritch bellow.

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