Mag: Clueless Teen

They say in story books that, the princess kissed a frog and he turned into the prince.

I was hoping to find my prince too, so  I kissed every animal and bird I found in my back yard.

I kissed this crow, and Poof she transformed into a clueless teen.

My Bad!

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 311

Mag: For Happiness of Others

PC: David Ligare

The loaf is sad that it was cut

The fruit it sad that it was pulped

Yet, two sad hearts stand together

To spread happiness to kids, who haven't had good food for almost a year

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 310

Mag: The Golden Girl

I go to this park where people play chess.
I stand at every table and request them to let me play
No one let me play though
Little do they know what they have missed by not playing with me
They take an hour to make a move,which is at times wrong and silly too
How can I, a little girl tell?
I am the youngest chess champ, the child prodigy.
I am the "Golden Girl" in the chess world

PC: Damien Derouene

ABCW & Mag: Letter

In this age when people live on emails

I prefer the snail mails

I love the feel of the handmade paper

I love to think the look in his eyes when he opens the letter

I wonder, if the perfume on the letter shall remind you of me

In this letter, I have let me heart run free

I have put in that dried rose on top

Thinking of that day, I wish time would just stop

Hope you read it and reply

Its hard and after all this years again, I don't want to say Goodbye

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 308 and ABCW-L

Mag: Accept Me for what I am

PC: Stanley Spencer

I agree I am huge, but I don't get why people see me as a threat

One look at me and every one goes "ahh, run, a huge ugly beast looking man"

They judge me before they even know me.

Thank you flowers, Thank you nature of accepting me they way I am.

God says "Someday, my dear, there is someone who will accept you the way you are. All you need is patience"


This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 306

Mag: I shall wait

PC: Carolina Knopf

When I married him I knew he would be out at the seas
When he is out there, I have no peace

I love him for what he is
I promised him to take care of what is his

I shall wait till end of life
For he is my fate and I am his wife

My heart, misses him everyday
So, I come here to see every morning and evening, if his ship is coming in today

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 305

Mag: Chennai Rains

PC: Adolphe Valette

In this city, it rained like never before
In this city, where sunshine turns people sore

Flooding is not just the city
But the houses too, Oh What a pity?

Its not just the skies that opened
But, the hearts and doors of houses too

A foe turned friend
Helping hands became the trend

Roads turned into canals
Places where cabs & rickshaws moved, now was replaced by boats

Rescued were people from their houses
They saw their belongings drenched & afloat

When people in this city were out of food
The whole country came together to do some good

After 12 days of ordeal
Chennai, saw the strength of no biggies but just its people

This post is a dedication to the rains that happened in Chennai in December.
Pray to all

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 304

Mag: Mirror on the wall

Last evening when I saw this mirror I saw a confident girl

A few hours back I was a happy girl, so sure of myself.

I met this guy, exchanged numbers and in two days he proposed loved to me

He looked so genuine & sincere with his puppy brown eyes

Little did I expect this from him

Now, I see this girl in the mirror, I see this ravaged girl

Dark tear stained koel dripping eyes, messed up hair, violated body

A date, some love, some friends is what I asked for

A party, my boyfriends, his friends and a spiked drink is what I got

I remember the drink, I remember music & I woke up on someone else bed raped, bruised & devastated

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, please reverse them all

Dear Mirror, Mirror on the wall, show the girl I saw before the dreaded call

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 302

Mag: Last kiss

Dear Long Gone Boy,

Our last kiss was more nervous and memorable than our first.
It keeps replaying in my mind again and again.

Hope you remember that small pixie like girl whom you left alone in the middle of the road

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 299

Mag: Granny's Park

 

Every family holiday, I remember going to my grandmother's house.
It had a beautiful park in her backyard and Granny insisted every year that we take a picture in that park.
And every year like every damn year I get the worst pose, worst position in the picture.
Where I am in this picture? I am the one hanging in the front with a most stupid expression.

Years later, when I see this picture, I am smiling at myself. Printed pictures are loaded with memories, much better than cellphone pictures.

Happy Holidays! Miss you Granny

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 298

Mag: From under the bridge

photo: Tess Kincaid

Standing from under this snow clad bridge

Every year passes by, with lit up trees & carolers singing

I see beautiful people strolling

I smell yum food from here

I see toys lined up in stores,

How I wish just one of those not more

In rags I sit, huddles under

Away from the cold, for some warmth

Oh Lord! I not ask for more

I just ask for warmth, I just ask for love

This Christmas give a blanket, or a cake or food to the homeless, you never know how much would they have longed for it

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 297

Mag: Not a fairytale

Joachim Buecklaer, 1560

I have grown up listening to fairy tales from my grandmother. Now, at this age, I don't believe in them.
Once upon a time, long long ago, a beautiful princess, evil things around her, prince charming, glass slippers happily ever after.

Here I'm owner of this estate that my father left me, but what I am is a princess with oily face, dark circles, rough hands.
Evil people, oh yeah suits my scenario, look outside the window, my step-sisters playing and I am here making an elaborate lunch for some dork suitor for my sister
Prince charming, Yeah! The only man I meet everyday is our 70 year old butler, so much for the charm.
Glass slippers, I am happy to have even worn out, old clogs on my feet, Glass Slipper, Phooey!
With a smirk on my face I say happily ever after and butcher the stupid animal in this deary old kitchen.

Not always is a damsel in distress have a fairy tale.

This post is written for Magpie Tales-Mag 296

Mag: Cooing

I look through my infra-red binoculars. 

Yes, I see my target.

Alpha Coo to Delta Coo!

Alpha Coo to Delta Coo!

Delta Coo reporting!

“Get the flight mode on Alpha Coo, we have precisely 20 seconds window to finish our mission”

Delta Coo "I am on Sir"

With wings upright they flew down the very dangerous mission.

They land neatly on the flat surface of the table and take big piece each of the cake. They look at each other and give a victory Coooo.

 

Now, they spot a danger, the lady of the house with a broom.

Alpha Coo to Delta Coo, "Mission Accomplished, Lets fly back to our babies"

Delta Coo “I Love you Alpha Coo”

This post is written for Magpie tales- Mag 295

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

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

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

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

Mag: Always There

photo credit: Gerrit Photography

On that fateful day, she had promised to meet him near the park, their usual meeting place.

He was very excited that morning. he was going to propose her. Finally, after 6 years of being together, it was very special for him. She was his first love.

He got her a beautifully cut solitaire ring.

It was raining. it was unusually heavy for this part of the town and his car broke down. He saw her across the street and ran to meet her with flowers in his hand.

A truck came, and all she saw was her man flying 5 feet from the ground.

The truck went away. 

And there he lie, on the road, in the rain, with those flowers strewn around him.

She was shocked, she couldn't react. She found that ring in his picket before his funeral and broke down. She loved him with all her heart.

Today, she sits in this coffee shop where she spent hours talking to him. She has her laptop open with his smiling picture in it and tears in her eyes. Wishing she could hug him, and tell him how much she loved and missed him.

Little does she know, he was there with her always.

This post is written for Magpie tales - Mag 287

Mag: Frosted

photo by Tess Kincaid

Sometimes, I sit alone and wish
What if things were different?

I see a moist glass
I see rains outside

I draw something on the frosted glass
While deep in my thoughts, without realizing where my fingers are moving to.
What I see when I came out of my thoughts was a free & a happy girl.

Then, I wish to be like the silhouette on the glass
I wish to be free & happy

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 286

Mag: House

As a kid I loved to build houses

I made so many for my friends

For their birds & their mouse

I wanted to build one beautiful house for my mom & dad

All said I was a crazy lad

I chose every wood, every interior carefully

All I wanted was to decorate it beautifully

Green walls, white french windows

A beautiful snow white door & a patio

A garden in the backyard & a pond I imagined

At 32 today, I see my dream fulfilled

I made the house for them like i imagined

I see smiles on my parents and eyes filled

I made a house, my parents made it a home

All that love, that has happened & yet to come

I promise myself today.

I would keep their face smiling & happy everyday

This post is written for Magpie tales - Mag 285