Black & White

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 24; the Twenty-Fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is BLACK AND WHITE.

The saffron strands of the welcoming dawn,
Stretching out across the dull sky,
The lazily rising orange sun,
Sending a gentle breezy yawn…

The sparkling glass of red wine,
The bindi on the forehead of the bride,
Velvet soft petals of the rose,
And the rubys’ elegant shine…

The frolicking ocean shimmering blue,
Beautiful mermaids with golden curls,
Seagulls that echo songs of yore,
And the ship providing this view…

Mountains & valleys, fables from afar,
Tales of gore & beauty at par,
Rainbows that come with pots of gold,
Legends that claim to be centuries old.

All that I know & all that I dream,
Most of these treasures I have never seen,
No mermaid, no fairy, no beast have I met,
No boat rides watching the lovely sunset…

All that I know & all that I write…
I owe to my best friends in black & white.
I owe it all to those dog-eared pages I turn now & then,
That send me on trips should I chose hell or heaven.

Colours make this world beautiful, tis true..
but who better than a book can show it to you?

girl in library

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The Other Day

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There he was again, as if mocking my ego. Knowing he could make my heart beat faster with his loathed presence. A mixture of fear & anger, raising my BP, he stood still watching me, waiting who will make the first move..

But wasn’t it the other day, I had sprayed Baygon in the kitchen?

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P.S: 55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction that are limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

The Journey

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Red eyes swollen
wet pillow and an even
wetter kerchief
dreamy look on my face
& a cartload of sighs…

Beautiful sepia-toned flashbacks
piano playing somewhere
I almost smile and shake my head
then there is silence…

I look out the window
notice the clear blue sky
the dewy leaves of the tree
why can’t I remember its name?

And then my eyes lock on
a face so calm
like it belongs to a statue
my heart skips a beat…

I bring out my suitcase again
pack it with feelings
of lust and love all mixed together
all set to board the train…

A new day and a new hope
I set forth on the new journey
all aboard the train of Love
en route a happy ending!

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