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Rebirth

This blog is officially dead.

And now that it is dead. We can work together on fixing it. And I have a plan.

Over the past three years, I have been on this blog. I have been writing fiction here and this is the place where I wrote fiction first, where I experimented with the genres and explored all of them and this is indeed the very place where I decided that I want to write for a living. This is the place which I used to sharpen the nib of my pen and this is where I skilled myself.

After three years of writing blogs, I realized that I have been doing it wrong. I have not been consistent with the blog. I have not been participating as actively as I should have. I do not have a successful blog and the worst of them all? That I cannot use a single story which I have uploaded here to get published in a magazine or anthology. Even though blogging has had it’s positives on me, it has had it’s negatives too.

But I want to revive the blog. Just because it is not yielding, it does not mean that I should give up on it. The blog is like my home and after living for three years in my e-home, I have grown attached to it. This is where I belong and if you have not paid attention yet, it has my name on it. I can’t give up on myself like this. I can make this work.

But it’s the law of nature. Creation begins with Destruction. The humans came after the dinosaurs died. A baby is born after destruction. Cities are made after the destruction of forests. A phoenix rises, but from it’s very own ashes. You must fall to rise. Die to live. If you won’t fail, how will you distinguish the taste of success and victory? The taste of achievement and milestone? How will you know when you are doing better and when you are winning?

So now, I pronounce this blog officially dead. I am re-creating it from the ground up. Cosmetic and cellular changes. A few of those are visible to you. A few to come very soon.

This blog will soon again be a daily deal. And there are a lot of interesting and surprising announcements to come. Stay tuned.

Colorless Rainbow

When you walked in the door and sat next to me, flicking your hair around and about me. With every movement, you make tiny droplets rain over me. When you leaned over to kiss my cheek and I embraced you instead, you asked me a question meant to be a tiny little joke.

“How much do you love me?”

My reply by then was, “I love you so much that you mean everything to me.”

I remember you blushed which meant you were satisfied with the answer. But I am not and I ask you for a chance to let me elaborate what I meant.

You put the color in my vision. Without you, my world would end up black and white. You are the reds my roses and the blues in my orchids. To me, you are the sun in the sunset.

The orange tint of the sky as the sun sets. For me, you are that tint.

The smell the earth makes when the raindrops kiss them. To me, that smell is you,

The cackle that the river makes as it flows.

The whistle that the wind does as it blows.

The tartness of the strawberry. The shivers down my spine which emerge as the goosebumps behind my neck. The way the pillow feels after a long day at work?

To me, you are that.

The happiness of parents when their toddler laughs for the first time. The sense of pride after a masterpiece. The tears after a musical. The screams on a roller coaster.

To me, you are that.

The anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach before addressing a huge crowd. The butterflies in your stomach before the first kiss. The tension before meeting your to-be in-laws for the first time.

To me, you are that.

You mean so much to me that without you, the world is a colorless rainbow.

 

But…

 

I am still not satisfied enough. I still can’t explain you well enough.

Daily Prompt: Smoke

Like the haunting tale recalled,

Of the nightly beast that haunts.

The smoke he smoked went up and blurred

In rings it went and evanescence.

His mouth was shaped into an O,

As if the beast inside was trying to grow.

The ring resembled the moon so close

It threatened to change the moonless night.

His hissing blow shatters the silence,

Of the howling wolf his stance compares.

He smiles at us and shrugs his frame

But inside lays something that has had fame.

Atop he shows he doesn’t know.

Inside a joke with the beast he shares.

 

via Daily Prompt: Smoke

P.s.: Don’t smoke. It appears to be cool but it kills. Don’t smoke.

Secrets

She was a book.

Layered herself like one.

Pages within, encrypted with undecipherable script.

Some pages torn. Some chapters lost.

Secrets embedded within.

Messages out of view/Meanings within the lines.

She was exactly like a book.

Waiting to be read.

Waiting to be understood.

Waiting with her secrets.

Waiting for a confidant.

Bear Trap

It’s a snare on the ground.

Laid in the open, uncovered ground.

Jaws wide open it sits and await.

For a victim to step on it and become lame.

Saviour

She saw a wreck,

While she held a ragdoll self-respect too.

She saw an incomplete story with an uncertain end.

She took to writing the happy ending herself.

Frog Commoner

There was the frog prince,

Who the princess kissed and transformed.

Then there is the frog commoner,

Who no princess kissed in the first place.

Left Out

I got my wish,

What I asked for everyday.

Estranged from my kin,

Apart from the crowd not a part of the crowd, now I am.

(P.s. Trying my hand out at Sheila Sea poetry, follow her blog, she’s awesome.)

A Metamorphic Rhetorical Astrologer

“You are the Sun. Vibrant, warm, sharp. The illuminator and he radiant. The superior. And I am the Moon. A useless rock who is nothing without the Sun, but with the Sun is the most brilliant star in the sky.
I am here because of you and I shine because of you. You are sole reason for my brilliancy and without you I am just dull.
I need to have you.”, he said to her.

“But what about me? Why me only? Why not somebody else?”, she counterstruck.

“You are the closest star, thereby the brightest. There are stars brighter and better than the sun but they are very far away. From both the Moon and the Earth.
You’re down to earth and it makes you the best.
That’s all I need about astrology.”