Scattered Thoughts

Microtales, poetry and fiction on the go....

[theblessedpen]

Circle

Do you feel at times, that there is no end of suffering? Like it's a complete circle, that goes on and on like a whirlpool, and you are stuck inside with not a fresh breeze to breathe in? As if the starting is the ending, and the ending, a whole new beginning? Do you feel that in this whole circle, there are things which aren't understandable by mortal logic and that is where you got to stop and listen to the mechanical pump beating inside your chest in full glory... listen to its beats and time your moves. That is how you focus.....

[theblessedpen]

TURMOIL

I'm facing

sheer turmoil....

Don't wish to be

one of your charity cases

And you're confusing me

with your multiple faces

There are times 

when I am aware

that I won't do

and that, you don't care

yet I'm placing faith

and hope in you

And deep down I wish 

that you do too....

[theblessedpen]

"We don't know people... We never can... Because they are mere actors acting on Destiny's script."

[theblessedpen]

It's funny when people say that they like you. Do they like the 'you' you act like or the real 'you' that they don't even know ?

The wise old owl

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Life’s Challenges

Have you ever looked at the world around you? The edges, the curves and the beauty too? Have you seen the sky at three? The starts, the moon, and you who’s free

Have you felt things speak up at times? Narrate a story, that’s unique and fine… have you ever felt all eyes upon you? And did you feel the admiration in them too?

Did you ever feel that you were strange? Different or perhaps unique in a way? Did you feel that interacting was strange? Or maybe you saw the world in shades of grey?

Maybe you forget at times to, be you? You- who’s different, you who’s you. Did you feel defeated or plaintively weary?  Or did you, at times, sleep with your eyes bleary?

Have you ever tried to find answers? Answers to all your problems? Did you at times blame the world around you? Or perhaps scream and shout in agony too?

Maybe, all this was a part of a test? A test- that brought you to your fate Perhaps it tried to bring out your best To show that, your destiny awaits…. 

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Secrets

Did something change after that day? No, nothing in an unusual way Nothing that could break the heart Nothing that could tear you apart. Nothing that can be told. After all, secrets are something.... The heart holds....

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Choices

Have you ever... walked through the night? Following the shadows, that you never saw. Listening music... that you never heard. Telling tales... that you never spoke And making choices.... That you never made. 

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Two hearts, just two they were....Beating slowly into each other.

An incomplete love story

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When the words we speak Just don’t tumble out When the future looks bleak and the soul shouts out When dreams and desires aren’t there any more And all one wants is a heart that’s pure When there is grief as heavy as a stone And those meetings brief while you walk alone When all you want is a good day ahead just plop down on the pillow and go to bed Just close your eyes and try to rest and think of my words, which are for the best....

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Some times even the random chatter of a child makes much more sense to me than the idiosyncrasy of a grown up

The Old Wise Owl

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At times, even the solitude of a rainy day, is enough to make us feel strangely at ease.

Ramblings on a Rainy Day

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MY JAR OF HAPPINESS

I found my jar of happiness,

It’s overflowing with tidbits.

From different expressions and feelings,

to lots of lovely things.

It’s got the feel of fresh breeze, 

blowing past your face

It’s got the touch of rain drops,

that almost chatter away. 

It also has the aroma of freshly brewed coffee

It’s got the various shapes, in which clouds we see.

It contains the essence of a baby’s smile,

 one which makes you happy for a while

This is my jar of happiness, I have got to say,

It’s one of a kind and makes my day. 

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I'm sorted out, in a messy way.

The Old Wise Owl

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Unspoken Rhymes

Blank....it’s all blank inside.

But, there is a void that I hide

Deep down in the folds of the heart

there is pain, but, where do I start? 

From the beginning, end or the middle?

or wherever one can place the needle.

How can I talk?

When I can hardly walk...

How should I narrate my tale?

Each time i try but, only to fail. 

Should i talk of my bruises or the razor I’ve stashed away?

Or the things I wanted to, but, could never say.

Or should I tell you about the times...

When I let my tears dry up inside?

Or those unspoken rhymes

which under my pillow I hide.....

[theblessedpen]

Scar

“Talk Of pain! huh! These teenagers!” the mother grunted.

Hidden in the washroom, the daughter rolled down her sleeve to cover- another red scar. 

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Soldier

With valor and vigor

He pulls the trigger

For he has to meet her- 

his wife, his child’s mother

But, he knows he has to die

Should he cry?

Thoughts fill the forest of frost

For, death is nothing but a friend long lost.

- Ananya Dubey

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Inspiration

“Who inspires you to write?” they asked

“My loneliness” I thought. “All of you.” I replied with a smile.