3WW & ABCW: Simple yet Different

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Haiku

Who expected this nondescript man

With looks that is placid & pale

Would have such quirky choices

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - Nondescript, Placid,
This post is also written for ABCW- Alphabet Q - Quirky

MFTS: Promise

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured

It was a two hour struggle to save myself from them. My body is almost giving up, but my brain says, just one more turn and you shall live.

That menacing vulture is hovering around waiting for me to bleed to death.

No..No Mr. Ugly Bird..I am not going to be your dinner.

They pecked me, pinched me, the followed me around trying to hurt me, and eat me alive.

I ran as fast as my small legs could take me.

Someday black crows; I am going to get back to you and hurt you bad.

It’s a promise by me, The Chicken

This post is written for Monday Finish the Story - Vulture

Mag: God Answers

photo: Daniel Murtagh

Dear God,

What did I do wrong?
Why am I to be punished for everything?
I pray to you everyday, I am a loyal devotee
But, what happens to me is never good.
Everything I have loved has left me.

I have had faith in you for everything.
You gave me a lifetime scar, I took it with a smile
You separated me from my family, I took it as your decision
You barred my education, I had faith on you Oh Father
You have made the only man I ever loved, to love someone else. I took that too I accepted.

I'm lonely
I tried to die & come to you, but you didn't allow that too.
What do you want?
How many more problems do I have o deal with alone?

Where have I sinned you?

I weep before you, Oh Father!
Give me rights to be happy or take your child to you, away from this world in your arms.

*weeps & sleeps*

God says "Child, I made you very soft & vulnerable Then I realized that you wont be able to survive in this world. I gave you tests to make you strong and independent. You shall get all what you want. You don't have to as to be in my arms. My arms are always around you, little one"

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 291

WODW: Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

He hugged me today. He cried for long on my shoulder. He mumbled some words of love, hoping to get back. The break up was hard on him.
It looked like he was really in love.
The man I am crazy about, the man who was my best friend, the man who promised forever.
That man cried, on my shoulder for the girl he loved.



Dear Diary,

 I went through three worst feelings today.

One realizing that I am the person who is a crying shoulder for everyone without having a crying shoulder for myself
Two is going through that bad feeling when the person you love, cries for the person they love on your lap
Three being, I might look strong outside, so I am taken for granted to be strong forever.
Won't anyone realize that behind this strong woman, there is a little girl craving for a hug, some care, a kiss, a lot of love?

Dear Diary,

I am in the park & I see a couple holding hands. I look away, not because I hate lovers. I looked away because I had tears in my eyes. I thought about him & I know he is not mine.

Dear Diary,
I am not sure, If I have to wait for him or forget him.
both seem to be painful.

Dear Diary,
Thank you for being with me, when I needed someone to pur my lonely heart out to.
XOXO
Stupid Girl

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

ABCW: Optimism

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Being Optimistic, doesn't mean being happy always
Its seeing the positive aspect in a worst situation & smiling

Being Optimistic, means having faith
On the situation, on yourself & on God

Being Optimistic, accepting life as it is
Than complaining

Being Optimistic, doesn't mean not feeling low ever
Its about bouncing back from that feeling with a smile

Being Optimistic, doesn't mean not crying
It means crying over something once, and promising to never cry over it again

Being Optimistic,  loving yourself the most

Be happy, laugh, cry, fall in love, fall in love, fail, have a heart break, taste success, be passionate, have a hobby, screw up in life.
 Its Ok.
We have one life, live it to the fullest.

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - O

MFTS: Lost

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest

He was tired & scared and slightly in shock too.

He fell from top of the waterfall, that might have been at least 40 feet up.

It was getting dark. All he wanted was the warmth of his mother

The wind howled, the leaves rustled, the forest that looked all pretty during the day, was starting to look creepy.

He wanted to cry, but his mother has told him to be brave.

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His future lies here, he has to know this part of the jungle someday

He is the cub of the King of the Jungle.

The future king – Simba

This post is written for Monday Finish he Story

CC: They are watching

Many may not believe that ghosts exist, but they do.

Chitra, her husband Ram and their two kids Neha and Nivesh came back to India after 5 long years and settled in the house that they had bought about 8 years back, but never had stayed there.

It was a nice cozy 1 BHK in the central suburbs of Mumbai, overlooking a beautiful garden and had nice friendly neighbors. It was a perfect cocoon for a happy family.
The few nights after the moved in, Ram started talking, screaming, slowly howling in his sleep, mumbling "leave my hand..leave my hand"  and would eventually go quiet.

Next morning, when Chitra asked him, he would say "A teenage boy wearing Khaki pants and check shirt was sitting by his bed and holding his hand".
Chitra and the kids just laughed it off saying it must be the impact of the spook series that Ram is so addicted to.

Their house had a king-size mirror on the passage connecting the living area and the kitchen.
One early morning, say around 5.30am, Neha, Ram's daughter was getting ready for college and was admiring her reflection on the mirror, when she saw a little girl walking past behind her. Neha turned her head to the left and saw a little girl wearing a pink frock with bow belt tied on the back walk into the living room. Neha, went to the living room and saw nothing. She felt, she must be hallucinating due to lack of sleep.
Ram, still every night complained about the teenage boy.


The house bedroom door had a one-way glass, meaning one can see from the inside but will have to peep through the glass to see inside, and the reflection of the door falls on the mirror of the cupboards in the bedroom 
One night, Ram and Chitra had gone for a party, and Neha and Nivesh were in their bedroom watching a movie, when suddenly Nivesh said to Neha "Look, that girl is looking inside" Neha looks at the door but couldnt see anyone. Nivesh tells Neha to look in the mirror, and Neha sees someone pass by. Slowly, she opens the door and is shocked to see a silhouette of a woman floating around the kitchen. Before, Neha could say anything the silhouette had vanished and the house looked normal

When the kids narrated the whole incident to their parents, Chitra called up her mother who knew a thing or two about supernatural beings.
Chitra's mom suggested that the put rice mixed with kumkum in all corners of the house in the night and sleep.
Chitra did what her mom said, she put the kumkum rice all over the borders of the house.
Next morning, all the rice got accumulated in the center of the passage.
Shocked and scared, they explained this to Chitra's mother, who said the epicenter of ghost activtity was the passage and advised them to leave the house.

Chitra was a bit apprehensive of leaving this house, so she postponed it. Eventually, all such activity stopped.
The family forgot all about ghosts there...Until.........

One night, when the whole family was preparing to sleep, they all saw a 7 foot tall shadow, with red eyes and hair till the ankle walking towards them. The lights of the room started to flicker.It looked really angry.
The family huddled in one corner of the room, the shadow gave a nerve chilling scream and the floor was covered with blood.  Chitra almost fainted, Neha's voice couldnt find its way out, Ram was at loss of words, and Nivesh couldnt feel his own tears.
Within moments, the shadow moved towards the passage and the blood on the floor started to move on it own to the passage. The shadow gave one last menacing look and vanished.

The family left that house the same night with whatever they could gather, they never came to that house ever again.
The memories still haunt ever member of the family even today..

They are there and they are watching you

This post was also posted on Darlings of Venus by Me
I want the world to know that ghosts do exist, the the daughter in this story is me

Mag: Mindful

No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

The state of my mind, is shown in my drawing and writing

One can guess what I am going through, from my painting

Confusion, Chaos, Bored, Thoughtful it might look

Would one ever think, that there might be my secret hidden too?

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 290

3WW: Oil Rig

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All greasy and black alone
Stuck six feet below and fire ignites
Every moment feels hellish when every muscle in my body burns
In from of my eyes, I see my family
All I pray is, Lord, keep them blessed and I love them a lot

-Said by a worker, working in an oil rig deep down a few minutes before a small spark ignited the hole a charred 46 men alive.

This post is written for 3WW - greasy, hellish, ignite

ABCW: Nature

Nature is the best painter

Its paints every morning with different shades

Its paints every evening with darker hues

Different blues of the sky

Different greens of the leaves

Different colors for each season

Be it summer, winter, autumn or rains

No Instagram, No huge lenses

No expensive paints or brushes

Nature has is own light set up

Nature has its own filters

photo by Elaine Usdin

A splash of colors makes the rainbow

Beautiful sparkles make the stars

A stroke of glaze, make the mighty sun

A shade of it makes the sunflower

Mix and match, nature plays with its color palate

So many insects, animals & flowers it caters

I wish someone could award the highest honor to Mother Nature

For giving us this beautiful world, that sometimes we forget to nurture

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - N
This post is also written for Magpie Tales - Mag 292

MFTS: Confession of Riley Rich

Now this is living the life of Riley

I am sorry mom I ate the hamster

I am sorry dad that you haven’t got 3 security deposits back because of me

I am sorry human-brother, I peed on your homework

I am sorry human-sister to have bit your butt when you were cleaning the litter

But Hey
I am a cat, I am known to be mean

And Yes! I don’t give a darn.

I eat, I sleep

Now, please do not disturb, scratch me and treat me like royalty

This post is written for Monday Finish the Story 

Mag: Selfie

George Tooker, self-portrait

Sometimes I wonder how life would have been without cellphones. 

Nowadays, everything has to be captured on the phone. 

Do we enjoy that moment?

Do we relish the presence of people?

Do we bask in our achievements?

Hardly,

These days are more about taking selfies. 

I am sure in this picture this guy, in an age before selfies. He managed to get a 'self-portrait" of himself with something that looks like an achievement.

I hope, someday we realize that there is a better world outside, real friends, real food, real occasions to be enjoyed.

I hope someday people wish friends in real & not just on Facebook.

I hope someday people enjoy the look & taste of the food than just sharing food pictures on Instagram.

I hope someday we take pictures for memories & not for posting.

Someday I hope we enjoy going to places to enjoy the place & not for checking it in.

I hope someday people have real conversation across the table than, chat's with fake emoji's to portray emotions.

This post is written for Magpie Tales-Mag 289

BOT: Secret

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write.

The word "Secret", brings just two things to my mind again and again were two things.

The book ‘The Secret” and Transformers.

“The Secret” book for obvious reasons, its name & its content & all that hype around it.

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The Transformers because, a few years back, I and my brother got drunk and in the middle of the night. 

My brother slowly walked towards a parked rusting truck, touched it, gave a knowing smile, went near the truck and said

“I know your secret, You can become yourself now…Optimus Prime”

This post is written for Blog-o-ton 56

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FF: Reliving kiddie days

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

I see this picture and automatically start singing a tune with slight jerky jumpy movement.
The song is as below

Here we go round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush.

Here we go round the mulberry bush

So early in the morning.

This is the way we wash our face,

Wash our face,

Wash our face.

This is the way we wash our face

So early in the morning.

This is the way we comb our hair,

Comb our hair,

Comb our hair.

This is the way we comb our hair

So early in the morning.

This is the way we brush our teeth,

Brush our teeth,

Brush our teeth.

This is the way we brush our teeth

So early in the morning.

This is the way we put on our clothes,

Put on our clothes,

Put on our clothes.

This is the way we put on our clothes

So early in the morning.

Here we go round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush.

Here we go round the mulberry bush

So early in the morning

Reliving my kiddy days. thanks Rochelle :-)

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

TT: Colors

What is red

What is blue

Wish someone would tell me too

Explain to me how green feels like

Does black feel like fright?

Tell me why is white so pure

Tell me why gold shines

Tell me how a rainbow looks

Explain me the colors & hue

Oh Lord! Tell me why am I blind in this world so beautiful

This post is written for Theme Thursday - Colors

WODW: Déjà vu

He couldn't believe his eyes, he had just won a lottery.

Now he can pay all his debts to the people who threatened his this morning

His only regret right now is, drinking this phial of blue poison an hour back.



With a smile he wishes, the money will do good for his family.
With that he closes his eyes & drowns to the bottom of his bathtub.

I wanted to write something happy, but I do't know why &ahow I started typing without realizing what I am typing. When I looked up I saw this sad fiction story
Like a déjà vu 
Just now before I could hot the publish button, I got a call saying my neighbor drowned himself & an empty bottle of rat poison was found beside him

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

Mag: Book

Jacek Yerka, 2011

In Fairy Tales she lived, away from the world with no friendliness

In the land of books that she loved, away from her loneliness

The "clockwork town" was her favorite companion for tea

One night, The book turned into reality

From her room, she walked upstairs,

She jumped stair in pairs

To someone's corner shelf's door that was ajar

She asked herself, did I really walk that far?

She looked around to realize

There were the pictures of her book, that were too big in size

She roamed around the enchanted jungle

She smiled, every time a clock jingled

She walked and talked with the little animals

She was sleepy, but now it felt trivial

She saw a snow white floating bed

Just like the book said

She hopped on to the bed & instantly fell asleep

Next morning will she remember that this was real & not a dream that she has seen in her sleep?

This post was written for Magpie Tales 288

MFTS: Castle

Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

It is said that the castle is about a 100 years old and it is said to be so spooky that even the most daring pirates have not ventured out there.

The legend says, this castle was built by the king Archmenroah III for his sixth and his most beautiful mistress Khalista.

Khalista, was a dancer for far seas, who had come to King Archmenroah’s palace to entertain the king’s court. The king fell in love with her but Khalista was in love with a Indian classical singer Sukumar.

When the king came to know of this affair, he tricked Khalista & Sukumar in this castle promising a marital bliss to them. But, the mean king, beheaded Sukumar in front of Khalista’s eyes.

Seeing which Khalista cursed that she would never allow any human to live in this castle, saying this she jumped from the castle into the deep seas.

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