Rainy December Morn
On way to work
Struggling with a
Parapluie somehow
Wending my way
Up the hill, I behold
Skeletal trees rejoicing
With snowflakes lit
On a holiday spree
Trees stick out with
Their stark filigree
Bare bones against
Backdrop of a sky
rather bleak, having
coolly plucked out the sun
from its horizontal sleeve
another day,
another dollar
wind swept, rain mopped
streets and houses
glistening denuded of
yesterday’s drudgery
and emotional grime
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Blast!
Blast the warped
Thoughts lurking
That often wreak
Havoc with hands
Steady, not shaking
You were born pure
As driven snow
Which devils did
your innocence mow
Janat is here now
After death there is
only recrimination,
no crown nor virgin
listen up wise up
rivers of blood will..
one day become a fount
and demand a spill account
~~
PS: jannat: heaven
Note: on Dec 8th 2010 there was a bomb last in Varanasi, India
Varanasi also commonly known as Benares or Banaras and Kashi is a city situated on the banks of the River Ganges in the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, 320 kilometres (199 mi) southeast of state capital Lucknow. It is regarded as a holy city by Buddhists and Jains, and is the holiest place in the world in Hinduism . It is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world and probably the oldest of India.
Virtual – Authentic
A poser to the poser
Are you really real or
Virtually authentic
Aiming to please
Get some release
Stress
Diffuse
Self
Lose
In
Virtual
Jungle
Of
Real
People
Posing
Authenticity
give
of yourself
your sincere
best
to forge
bonds
of authenticity
and
if you
touch
someone’s
heart
and heal
a hurt
you’ve
turned
things
on their
head
by
becoming
really real
despite
virtual
reality!
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The Pink Ballet Shoe- Oxymora replete Micro Fiction
Little Tim was mighty in resolve. Decision made he was happier, forgetting his grief over reality’s pretty ugly truth. His immobile mother loved dancing and he vowed to save money and buy her those synthetic natural pink ballet shoes.
His once joyous home was gloomy due to deafening silence. His vivacious mom was dying.
~~
Tim hated cancer disease that was snatching his beloved mom. He needed her as he was not that self reliant. In his piggy bank he found two dollars and change. Shoes cost $19.99. He hoped for a glimmer of hope in dark despair. He hit upon an idea. He would redeem empty cans for nickels.
~~
Tim did not slack off but worked harder instead. At times he felt jealous of his poor rich friends. Then he realized he was richer than them. His mom had filled his small world with immense love. He felt blessed and sorry for his love starved wealthy friends whose busy parents had no time for them.
~~
Tim succeeded in collecting not less but more than sufficient money for the pink shoes. He stopped immediately as he did not wish to be greedy. Acting naturally when alone together with his mom was heart breaking enough. He ran to the store to buy the shoes before the store closed. It was Christmas Eve.
~~
He sped without halting. He was completely unprepared for the sight of his dad with another woman. Guess dad was a cowardly lion. Tim grabbed the shoes and hurriedly emptied his full pockets. He was just in time. He put the shoes on her feet and his sad mom smiled happily for one last time.
PS: based on movie The Christmas Shoes
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Five 55 Word Emotional Micro Fiction Tales
Selfless Love
Simi loved Amit. He loved Rita whom he married. Devastated, Simi married another. Soon she became a widow but never remarried.
Even after five years Amit was childless. Simi presented a proposal. After ten months surrogate Simi birthed Amit’s twins. As a gift of her selfless love, she gave one boy to Rita.
**
Hate
Malevolently Neil aimed darts at that face that had reduced him to penury.
He planned meticulously. He placed fresh meat on his jogging route and waited. Neil’s target upon reaching that spot fell headlong on the meat. Neil let loose his starving Doberman pincer. Stealthily he folded the taut transparent wire spanning the road.
****
Jealousy
Maya admired herself. She looked suitably contrite. Today her gorgeous classmate’s face had been ruined by a cream recommended by her. Maya was aware that Sheila was allergic to one additive in it. Sheila had asked Maya to read ingredients but Maya had said she’d forgotten her prescription glasses. “Mirror, mirror on the wall”!
**
Greed
Her husband was busy watching football game. Quietly, on tiptoe she made her way to the kitchen. Her heart was beating fast. She drank some water. Her pulse stabilized. She approached the frig salivating with anticipation and reached for the pie.
Her medical report dislodged by frig magnet, lay neglected on the kitchen floor.
**
Con Artist
Rob was Adonis in looks and lamb by nature. One person who could twist him around her finger was headstrong Maria, his childhood sweetheart who was supremely confident of herself.
They were on their honeymoon. Maria was asleep when he crept out and entered the suite next door. Still waters do run deep.
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