Pieces

59-05-may-11th-2014

 

“Why did you cut the statue father sent me?”

“I can’t answer you honestly dear , so i am not gonna answer at all!”

“Why?? You think i don’t have the right to know?”

“You do , but i don’t have the courage to tell it..”

“Speak the truth!”

“You father is a cruel man , he sent the statue of Lady Cintedarell , the woman i loved before they brutally killed her. The statue remainds me of her pain , her love for me and i couldn’t see her whole. I couldn’t destroy it because your father had commanded that it shouldn’t destroyed. I had no choice,  i cut it into pieces.”

“My sorry…I didn’t know that.”

“Don’t be. We are but a captive of our own sorrow.”

 

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Wax

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

 

“Tell me honey why does the wax melt to give us light?”

“Ohh Well , i don’t know exactly but..”

“We never know anything exactly sweetheart , the world’s a changing stage ,  a changing change in motion”

“Well that’s some mature thinking but the wax..i think it teaches us the significance of pain.”

“You are on the right track dear , go on..”

“So it teaches us to let go of our pain and spread happiness to others?”

“In a way it does , but what is it similar to?”

“I am not sure.”

“The wax melts , like my heart..”

“I love you baby”

“I love you too.”

 

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This is my 100th post since i have started blogging and is dedicated to someone special.

Thank you , for encouraging me to start blogging.

Thank you , for being there always.

Thank you , for just everything.

 

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.

 

 

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First Fifty

He looked at her while she slept.
His Princess lying close to him in so much pain.
He wiped a tear and looked at her closely. The smile was still there , the love still transparent.
Only , only if he could always be there for her.
And then he woke up.

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Written For :

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

Billy the Bell

david-stewart

My story

I never complain, though ringing me hurts every time. I am happy the children wait for the sound of me when they ring me (hit actually). I am hung near the playground so watching the children play is joy unpreceded. I talk to the pretty little orange flowers when am bored. They understand me quite well. Life seems so fragile for them, I pity them but love them the same.

There was this boy called Raj I remember very well, I watched him grow from a very mischievous boy to a very mature one. I recently heard he is a scientist now. There are few hundred stories i would like to tell. Such changes for humans, it only makes me love children more.

I do not regret the way I lived. I loved every one of the children I saw, I still do.

I heard they are going to replace me, am fine as long as they put someone worthy of my place.

Love,

Billy the Bell. ( It was Raj who named me Billy )