Breaking the Logjam

The last post i had written was about four months back. And I know it's an awful thing to do. Though everyday I itched to get back to writing , somehow it wasn't becoming possible a sometimes as docs work life gets really demading. I used to curse myself for not being able to do that. For not visiting my fab blogger's posts nor penning down one myself. But today I decided to do so. Finally to break the logjam.
Writing has been and will always be that special part which can not be replaced by anything else, just anything. Though I have read quite a few good books, atleast that's a compensation.
The year 2015 had been a year of learning for me. Learning new skills, having new experiences, understanding life a bit more, trying a bit harder every time I fail and realising that there's nothing that can replace hard work. It has been a year of achievements as well as dissapointments.
I set foot on few things and withdrew from few. Have seen a side I never thought I would. But yes it has been a great year of Learning. That I can say for sure.
How much people try to show us how messed up or complicated or tricky Life is right now, it's always upto us how we take it. How we handle situations. How we never give up. How we get along with deviations or distractions and still stand by our beliefs.
This year has sprinkled moments of wisdom. That made me realise.............

* Patience is the key to most of the locks in this world.
* Situations aren't as complicated as they seem to be
* Never stop believing in yourself.
* Think before you speak              and most importantly
* Take care of everyone but never ignore yourself :)

Hoping to get back to blogging with this post. Welcome 2016 :)

Breakfast...

The gerberas were perfectly set.

Coupling together with the faded blue glasses and the morning sky. 
The velvety green grasses awaited his arrival every morning along with her.

Cheese was his favourite, as he had always mentioned, asking for more even after finishing up the slices, ignoring burps that spoke for his stomach but not his mind.

She laughed in her thoughts, while sipping the tangy lemon juice that painted a picture for  those old days, when it seemed they had few but was more for they had each other. 

                                         

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Scorching

The day was boring, filling moments with gloom. Quietly sitting by the window he watched the world pass by.

Hurrying, halting, stumbling, racing but never quitting. 

Ignoring the dark, lonely paths life has to move on with unstoppable spirit and unimaginable bravery even though it goes unnoticed most of the times.

So, he too stepped out, to match his steps along with the world, daring the scorching heat remembering his favorite lines from an old school book “ Adapt or Perish”.

                   

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Thief...

It as dark by the time I returned. 

Tired and exhausted I literally collapsed on the sofa even before turning on the lights. 

But my relaxing mode was short lived when sound of utensils falling reverberated in the house , forming sweat drops on my forehead. 

Taking cautious steps I switched on the light and opened the main door again getting prepared to face the intruder. 

And that’s when a soft furry feel caressed my toes, staring straight into my eyes, the house owner's kitten, as if clarifying it wasn’t him but the hunger which was the real thief.

                                                      

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An Advice

                                                            

She had gotten married early. Circumstances demanded that. 

It didn’t give her much scope to pursue higher education. 

Though she started working but wasn’t satisfied with her work profile. 

I could always feel the discontent in her voice. That’s when I had suggested her to read and also write. 

She had laughed at my advice in the beginning. But then with slow and steady steps she ventured into this amazing world of writing. 

Basking in it’s aura. 

Feeling it’s warmth. 

Getting lost in it’s vastness. 

But never complaining. 

As writing introduced her to a world full of surprises and excitement.

                                          

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Prompt : Write about a time you gave someone good advice about writing and/or blogging.

Flames

It burned bright, incinerated, set ablaze my whole existence and rekindled my sunken thoughts.

The color red, your favorite and mine too adorned the walls of the room I had stepped into. 

The dark brown photo frame on the wooden bedside table wasn’t actually blank though it appeared so, as it's your picture that it was waiting for to cling on.        

Mystifying, it felt at first in the initial days when I had shifted to this new place alone, far from my past tie ups breaking shackles that  grasped me.

Little did I know, it was you who had pulled me, again, my twin flame, till the very morning of yesterday when I saw you drying yourself in the balcony, fresh from bath, droplets still hanging on like a stubborn desire,  I found home in the middle of nowhere. 

                                      

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Try...

                                                                       

“Exciting, don’t you think it would be really exciting”

“Well, who knows what it has got in store for us”

“Whatever, we can at least give it a try”

“But, they said it wasn’t worth the time and energy”

“Is it necessary that they are correct?”

“I agree still I feel we can rely on their opinion. After all they have experienced it first”

“But who knows what they had expected from it. They might be having a prejudiced mindset and that doesn’t help anybody. It isn’t always about the moments but also about the heart that beats with it”

                                   

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Waves

They say it’s my longing.  

For you and for being yours.

They think, I dash my body across yours for feeling the sensation, that tickles my watery texture against your graveled one, unraveling pleasure of a life time.  

People, I don’t know what to say on their behalf as they see what they want to and speak what they don’t.

Never would they understand that it’s not my longing for the shore but my secret desire for the sky that propels me to use force as a medium of escape.

                                   

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Sometimes...

                                                               

                

Today wasn’t great. Nor was yesterday. He had no idea about the future ones.

His hands shivered. Mouth dried up. Vision got blurred and mind went blank.

He felt burdened.

As though it wasn’t a circumstance but a big hole dragging him deeper inside.

His struggles were in vain. 

Neither repaying nor repairing.

He felt like a piece of junk. Abandoned in an old filthy garage.

Folding his palms together, he knelt down.

Prayers trickling down on his cheeks.

And suddenly everything felt, alright when he remembered his mother’s voice whispering “Sometimes you just have to leave it on HIM”

                                    

                                           

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Left Over

I had lost everything. 

So had he.

Devastated I waited for mother nature to take me in her arms and annihilate me, just like my loved ones.

Devoid of belongings and belongingness, I roamed around like a paronoid surviving like those last drops of water in a blazing hot summer day, feeling empty and purposeless.

But fate, it never abandons those, whose time hasn’t come.

It pulls, it pushes and it drives us to our desired destinations.

That’s when I met him. My companion, a blue coloured moped,  who was a leftover too.

And together we renamed survival as life. 

                           

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Easy...

# Day 4 Write Tribe Festival Of Words

“It’s not that easy you know”

“It should never be, when it is, it’s not the worth”

“But ….it has left me with a pungent feeling that still clings on to my mind leaving me vulnerable at the most awkward moments turning me into an object that can only absorb but can not reflect. It may have been suppressed but nobody can apprehend when it would pop up it’s ugly head taking me into it’s grasp again, uncertainty that’s the most certain character of any mental disorder” she said furrowing her brows displaying her deep concerns about the step he was asking her to take.

“ I understand dear, I totally do, what I was just trying to say  is how pestering circumstances may be always remember, there’s a new door out there, waiting to get unlocked bringing in  a dash of fresh air” he said holding on to her palm making her feel reassured.      

                                     

          

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