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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

ABCW: Understand

I don't understand the world
I don't understand perceptions about people of different countries
I don't understand why people fight
I don't understand why people get divided in the name of race, color, caste, creed, sex, choices
I don't understand why there is so much hate
I don't understand politics
I don't understand crimes

But, what I do understand is,
That someone in some country can make me smile with their blog
That someone in some part of the world can make be cry with their blog
That I am friends with people in this virtual world 
When I am low, someone somewhere prays for me
That I am not alone
That there is a lot of bad in this world..but, there is even more love
I understand, there is more love than hate in the world

This post is written for ABC Wednesday, PC: understandmag.com

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

3WW: Math

  A math relationship
   A Harebrained  Girl 

+ A Lackadaisical boy
= An Idiotic Product

This post is written for Three word Wednesday 506

FF: Quaint Cafe

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudeberg
PC: Björn Rudberg
In that quaint little café
He played there from the time he was twenty
Fans he gathered were in plenty

So many movie background music offers her had
He rejected all, that crazy lad

He played only in that café, not many knew why
He had his eyes for this girl, pretty and shy

One evening she came with a man
He tried to keep a brave face as much as he can

He cried that night on the table where she sat
On his shoulder there was a pat

She stood there with a smile on her face
His heart started to race

He met his forever there
That is why he played only in that café 

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

ABCW: Second Summer Together

Salty Breeze
And swaying trees

Lazy Waves
And holidays

Sun kissed sand
Turquoise waters away from the land

I sit here, wearing my new bikini
We hold hands and sip martini

Two years ago, in the warm summer air
We started this beautiful affair

Thank you, for all this love and care
To you my heart and soul I bare

Sweetheart, I want to wish us a Happy Anniversary
May we be blessed till eternity

We, Mr & Mrs DAsh are going to celebrate our second wedding anniversary on December 10th
I want to dedicate this little poem to him.

This is us

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - S

Monday, November 14, 2016

SWG: That Clown's Life

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "A Village Cat" by Anne Porter: living, under, decorated, daubs, smudges, streaks, clown, carnival, gaze, wonder, back, eyes 

PC: Flickr
Streaks of light streamed from the windows and slowly filled the room. She gazed at the light with her tear stained eyes. The bruises on her back, the lashes from last night, sadly reflected from the broken mirror in the room. 
The daubs of make-up were now smudged on her swollen face. 
She slowly stood under the shower, washing off the dried blood stains and the pain. 
She, the clown, of the famous carnival, decorated herself in happy colors, made everyone smile.

Would anyone have wondered,  what pain the clown was living behind that happy smile?

This post is written fort Sunday Swirilgig 85

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

FF: Painted Roof

He has been her pen pal for many years now. Something that is new in this digital age. In his previous letter, he had written that he would be visiting her town in December. She was very excited. She was totally in love with him, and refused to marry anyone else. He too loved her a lot and was very anxious to meet her in person.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
PC: Sandra Crook
He had sent a telegram to her “How would I recognize your house?”
She replied with trembling fingers “It stands with your favorite colors painted on the roof”

He walked with flowers. She baked cookies for him.

Finally after 55 years, two 70 year olds, friends meet, to share that last cookie and their treasured kiss.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

ABCW: Rhyme

PC: dailydropcap.com
I love words that rhyme
It used to be my favorite pastime
Now, I attempt a poem every time
I see to it that the words rhyme

Daddy says, never to use the cell phone before bedtime
I close my eyes, and listen to the wind chime
In my head, I imagine somewhere happening some crime

Daddy, says "Mr princess, rise and shine"
I wake up late and race against time
The clock has already struck nine
I am going to be killed by my history professor, Mr. Trine

Its a beautiful spring time
I admire my little plant, the thyme
In my green tea, I squeeze some lime
I think to myself, how beautiful it that so many words rhyme

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - R

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

ABCW: Questions

1. What is the last picture you took on your phone?
A. I took the picture of fireworks

2. What is the last lie you told?
PC: seanheritage.com
A. Err...hey kids..I am out of treats.

3. If you could be someone else for a day who would it be?
A. A kindergarten kid

4. What question do you hate to answer?
A. My wage

5. How do you start a conversation with a stranger?
A. With a smile

6. Who would you use a brain-washing machine on?
A. Myself. I want to start afresh sometime.

7. What instantly cheers you up?
A. A genuine compliment

8. What is harder, to tell someone that you love them or to tell someone you don't
A. To tell someone you don't. I hate the look on their face.

9. Would you give CPR to a dying homeless person?
A. Yes.

10. You can have one of the two things: Trust / Love. Which would you choose
A. Love. I think love eventually builds trust

FFAW: Black Bride's Curse

PC: Joy Pixley
“Bridge of the lost bride” is the name of this bridge. It’s famous for brides going missing from here on full moon and no moon nights. Though, except for the elders, no one in the town believed that anymore.

SPLASH, is all what was heard that night. The people passing by, paid no heed to the splashing water or the gasps. They thought, maybe it was just the kids trying to act all spooky on the Halloween. Next morning, the police found a pretty teen, wearing a bride’s Halloween gown, lying on the rocks below the bridge.

It was Vicky who laughed and made fun about this cursed bridge. Only, that night did she realize that the myth was indeed true, when she sat to count her treats and the hand of black bride pulled her down and everything then turned dark, the black bride had struck again.

This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers