The idea box

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright Ted Strutz

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

 

“Honey, is it on?”

“What?” she shouted from across our room.

“The box i brought home last night.” I shouted back, my thoughts scrupulously wandering across every bizarre universe you can think of. Oh! universe? Wierd.

I could almost hear a faint sound of metal striking mind.

“I think the fuse’s burnt” she said with an air of expertise.

“Was this important?” she asked almost waiting to devour my answer.

“Yes, it was a gift.” i replied almost sadly.

“From?”

“The aliens that visited our house last night. They said it was some kind of an idea box that was gifted to them by aliens that visited their house.”

“Ohh , i think we should pass it on too” she suggested.

“Brilliant idea!”

 

 

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The subtleties of love

Where does love begin? Where does it end?

For most of us it isnt the beginning nor the end that matters but only the journey. And then the question aries , why?

Maybe because it was the moments we had, memories we made or the fights that we lost. But the fact remains , love is subtle.

Love isn’t lost, love isn’t forgotten but love ends.

Love ends when it is corrupted. And it corrupts when either person become possessive. Any relationship requires patience, faith and understanding.

 

 

I think the grandeur of love lies in it’s ability to wish the other person happiness when we are in pain. That we try to give them strength when there isn’t anything left in us. That we understand their pain when even our pain escapes us. That we love them for what they are and not what we want them to be.

I feel only then we will understand what true love is.

And when we do the subtleties matters.

Crowd

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

There was so much to see, so much to feel.

It was haphazard, feeling lost amidst a crowd. When you have people everywhere but not the one who you expected anywhere.

It was a dance in motion, a synchronization that occured randomly with chaos. It was a battlefield and a monastery.

Standing there , i felt i was a part of something greater. Something far more simpler.

It felt i was finally a part of humanity.

 

 

Empty mind

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

 

“What happened?” she asked through the window.

“Nothing.. dear” . The hesitation was apparent in my voice.

” Okay, i will wait” she said.

I knew i couldn’t hold much longer. The chairs opposite me were scattered. I was on the floor with my hand covering my head. The chairs were empty and so was my mind.

“It’s..it’s..”. Before i could complete she was beside me holding my hand. “it’s ok” she whispered, her words soothing the ache in me.

“My mind’s empty, i am blank ” i spit it out looking her way in tears.

She smiled. And in that moment i forgot the world existed.

His Legacy

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

It’s said you cannot trap a heart in a place because only a heart has the freedom to roam the world freely.

And yet for Bala it was different. His heart was trapped in his room.

Every instrument there called out for him. They made him forget food, sleep even.

His friends and family wondered what good he was up to until, until the day he died.

One of his friend  put up his composition on the internet.

It changed everything. It changed Music.

It created a Legacy.