A Life

Where hath thou vanished?

Drifting among the waves of callousness

Hiding behind the darkness of fear

Will you help us find your twin brother?


Oh Guilt! Eating mankind everyday

Plotting on the pyre of consciousness

Burning it bare , naked

Till the very last flame vanishes.


And then flooding the heart,

With cascades of memories

Bringing tears , every drop

More intense than the last.


Dark storm rising , rippling guilt

Tearing away shards of mistakes into one

Saving the consciousness

In a dire act of faith.


Oh! Mistake , why does thee torment?

Hiding crookedly in thoughts

Luring for a certain time

And then strike with your brother Guilt


You both have done enough damage

Wiping entire Kingdoms,

Threatening an entire civilization

Destroying love even in the time of cholera.


Light amidst the dark of darkness

Hope! Thee land among , light as a feather

Giving a strange feeling , 

A fleeting grace.


Lightning! Flood! Rampage!

All things being born new

The world looks different with love.

The Nature , Our mother , teaching us to love.


And then we learn to love

Mistakes doesn’t matter ,

Only the need to be felt alive , to love

Sweeping our very instincts.


Choose now! Mistake,guilt or love,hope?

The choice , the deepest desires not denied

Love? Love in mistakes done or mistakes in choosing love?

Hope? Hope in guilt being gone or guilt in hope staying?


Our life , orchestrated by Nature

A path , a faith renewed.

The ability to love , The rightness

Eclipsed every mistake made along the way.






Malita : Friday Fictioneers

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of the challenge here.

Copyright – Adam Ickes

Copyright – Adam Ickes


When the little shoes of the Jones was stolen , he was upset. It was a birthday present from his dearest mother whom he had lost recently.

The grief now doubled. He wanted to die.


Just then , he saw a bright light in front of him.

The angel of life spoke to him ” Child , you are still young. You can’t die. You have your whole life ahead of you and you will be one of those people whose gonna save your planet’s climate and bring sense to your people. You will save mankind.”

“What’s mankind? ” he asked.

“Well you won’t understand. And since i can’t bring back your mother so am gonna go and bring back your shoes. Wait here” .


She found it. In her hurry she forgot to see the picture of Malita staring at the shoes.

She appeared again and gave it to him.


There was a commotion in the market.

Malita the legend of the Red Indians was back and roaming the streets.

Human : Five Sentence Fiction

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. You can find the details of the challenge here.

The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: HUMAN



The tattered feet is visible from this far distance , he lays there on the stone slab his face an epitome of peace.

I walk on for hours , i know i will not tire till i reach my destination and suddenly as i am near him,  the man changes and in his place there now appears an angel who says ” Welcome human , you have reached Miltaius the Peaceland , help one more deserving human and you may enter.”

My whole life passes by me for a second , my family, my friends , my love.

All my life i just wanted to be loved and cared and here i am looking for peace and standing here, searching for that one deserving human i know i may have to wait for a decade or more.

As i go on to lie on the stone slab i wonder how long the other man had to wait for me and just as i drift on towards the peace sleep to wait i glance at my own tattered feet.