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Hope

Smeared with a splash of myriad colors
I remain drenched
in shades of many vibrant thoughts,
some brandishing hope,
few smiling hopes
and many stretching its hand
to touch the dandy elation

But the feel soon morphs
into an abstract charm,
with no face to reckon with,
no name to pronounce
it consumes itself to nothingness

My heart makes one last attempt
to capture the glee
but it disappears
like sand sifting through a fist

Despaired and gruntled
I closed my eyes
trying to calm my mind
and shed away the illusionist charm

And as I looked within
I found her footprints
with the similar vibrant colors
draping my soul,
I thought of giving it a name
and this time around I called it, hope

 

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Inky

I love inky darkness, for blackness is when my mind see things, which are otherwise not visible in bright light

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Desire

In my heart,
between the crevices,
a desire persist with relentless bravery,

Abating many storms,
escaping several typhoons,
always floating with hope
and that desire is nothing
but your aberrant love

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A Beautiful Gesture

Isn’t life all about treasuring moments to be cherished later in leisure? I experienced a similar feel during my stay at The Leela in Delhi.

Work trip to India is always short, sleep deprive and hectic. I arrived last Sunday and traveling back today.

Yesterday, after a long day at work I returned to the hotel with a sole purpose to get my much needed sleep. My battle with jet-lag was troubling me to a point of annoyance. As I was putting my phone to charge, a paper note caught my attention. And as I read the note, I couldn’t help smiling. All my long-held tiredness disappeared in a whiff.

I am reading the third book of the Amish Shiva Trilogy. The book was lying on the nightstand next to the bed, and right next to it I saw a bookmark, with the image of the front page neatly wrapped around it, and a note from the Butler on duty, Rebecca Williams.

Such a thoughtful deed, and for sure she invariably touched few chords within me. Here is a big shout out to her and to her beautiful gesture.

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Close Door

I am a close door,
a dark thick portal
made of iron wrought
with no egress

I am a lock,
that has lost it keys
and closed in my cocoon
I deviously enjoy
my solace in stealth

I am now a loner
and my heart is no longer exposed
for her playful chides
and betrayals any more

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The Last Dance

They had so much to say,
But we’re constrained,
And had so much done,
But were abstained.

The fire was flaring,
with extreme vigor in their heart,
Eyes were defining,
nonchalantly some uncharted path,
But the pronouncement of the so-called world,
Were impeding them to break free from some ever winding curl.

And in the midst of,
such apprehensions and reasoning,
The music played at the backdrop,
Pulling them so abruptly they could hardly stop,
While the tango was gently raising the music pace,
Their eyes met with elegance,
And heart melted with some passionate grace,
Before they could realize,
What had struck them,
They were frolicking,
Like smooth swiveling helm.

They didn’t blink,
Their eyes seemed glued,
Their hands tied in a knot,
Their face so close they could hardly abutt.

And in that moment,
Every shield was lost,
Every curtain was raised,
And every guard was dropped,

Though no word was spoken,
No promises were sworn,
Yet their silence,
Spread a magical spell,
And that tacit last dance,
It was hard not to adorn.

Afflatuz Post – Stark Naked

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

Stark Naked

Will appreciate your visit, follow and comment. Thank you

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Three Posts Using the Word Inkhorn

Hey Dear Fellow bloggers, hope your week is going fine. Here is my next attempt to write three different posts using the word “Inkhorn” –  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.

Inkhorn – A Thought

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Inkhorn – A Poem

You impose your pedantic nuances
on my valiant mind
and drag me to your societal bullpen
preaching me about how to live life in reticence
and whenever I open my mind
you put your guards up
shielding to absorb any sensible opinions
for you put a blind
and today I break free
from your pretentious cage
escaping from the inkhorn
that you gloriously define

Inkhorn – A Flash Fiction 

The evening shadows crawled into every visible space of the castle with a tinge shade of grayness. The king with his courtiers assumed their designated positions without uttering a word. The silence prevailed, invariably screaming with an obnoxious eerie. The miasma of discomfort clouded the aura and the court, though looked grandeur, yet appeared like a death knell.

The enemies had invaded their land from every possible direction and they were glaringly close to the town’s outermost periphery moat. The rule book said to put their defensive guards on until the first moat is breached. There were three more such moats the enemy had to breach before they could reach the castle and each moat infested with crocodiles in plenty. The king’s oracle advised to break the age-old inkhorn but the king vehemently denied. A sad affair for the kingdom would soon regret the King’s pedantic thoughts.

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Nothing Beyond You

There exist this soothing moon
and the ferocious sun

and the blissful moonlit
and the blithe sunshine

the unprecedented joy
and the playful charm

the hues of the pewter skies
the glow of the morning time

the elegant flight of a defiant eagle
the gravitas of some lions’ pride

the soothe of an evening breeze
the warmth in some winter freeze

There is all these and much more
to caress my soul,
and to float my pneuma
in an azure score,

but none of these can come any close
to the elation, I feel
when I sense my name in your thoughts,
and lost in such aura
I drenched in ecstasy once more
with you my abstruse love

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Churlish – A Thought

 

The wise never displays churlishness even when they rage in anger, for the prudent never reacts in haste

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