Saturday, May 24, 2014

Dawn Breaker

Four of them sat anxiously hovering over the phone. Virat poured out a bottle of wine and handed over one glass to each. Aisha denied considering her dietician has restricted her from high calories intake.

"Guys. Till when? It's taking toll over my temper." Kriti said rolling the slender glass of wine in her hand.

"Relax guys. My mom says patience always bears sweet fruits. She has told this one will be break through my career. " Sohail said blowing up rings of smoke up in the air and then inhaling back.

"What is your mom?? Film critic to comment on it. Weird tarot card reader." Kirti snspped back.

"Hey! You mind your business. If I start what you mother has done to make you actress then.." Sohail burst all of sudden.

"Hey..hey..hey..enough. Stop fighting like road side beggars. Sohail calm down. And you, Aisha watch before you speak. We all have given our best for this film. Now only that will happen as it is in our luck." Virat tried to control the situation.

Suddenly in this tense situation the phone rang heating up it more. Virat picked it up.

After a small greeting hello some nods followed by. He put the phone after two minutes and turned back with a sour face.

Everyone got stiffened with troubled assumptions. After all they all had put effort here till the last inch of their life. Aisha had lost a considerable amount of weight that put her lost career into lime light and also brought her this movie. Kirti had learned belly dance especially for this movie from some renowned African dancer. Virat was coming back after a dreading pause due to his sister's accident. And if this movie flops then it will be Sohails fourth flop in row.

They all waited for Virat to utter something, anything as it was eating then all. Finally he opened his mouth with a smirk. "Magic...guys. It's blockbuster movie. Housefull..." Everyone cheered up as finally and magically their hard work brought color.

 This post is for Write Over Weekend for prompt "magic".

Wednesday, May 21, 2014


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Little did he know that those tiny finger running after butteflies will be crushed. Little did he know those fluttering eyes once filled with innocence will become an abode of terror. Little did he know the laughter that once rang through their house will be muted within stone walls. How he wished he knew his doted daughter would be lost in that foreign land. He wished he knew this before giving her hand to someone the destiny brought their way.

This post is for Lillie McFerrin Writer's  five sentence fiction.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The FaLL

The unexpected fall,
That is tangent and pungent,
Through the sharp shrill of air,
On her bare neck,
And the dream cracking cries.

Among the chaos,
She searches for one voice,
The particular one hushed,
Hot whispers in her ear,
Every morning before sunrise.

Alas! She finds none,
As the proximity is long gone,
Grasping the distance,
Transcending the space.

The sharpness of air,
Eases over her skin,
Into downy petal swirl,
Waits down there,
Heavensome bellows of water,
To invite the angel.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

A daughter's confession.

This time I have something to all and bare the burden I am carrying inside me....

There were times when you tried to help me and  I ignored you telling "you don't know anything Mama."

There were times when you cried upon my departure, I ruthlessly said "No need to be emotional."

When you wanted to advise me on my life and career, I rejected saying "Stop your teachership at home. Keep it in your school."

When you held to your silence to stabilize the situation, that's there I hurt you the most yell
ing "you are nothing but a useless piece of stone."

Still you loved me unconditionally, never leaving me in my ups or downs. I may not deserve to be your daughter but you are the best Momma in this universe.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda.

Monday, May 5, 2014

It will rain

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When I give you my hand,
Hold it tight and walk out,
It will rain then,
All the odds despite,
Be it from heaven,
Or my eyes.

Sun will shine
Through the water
Moon will ripe out shy
Behind the tree of fruits unripe,
Just grab my hold baby,
And walk out.

Thursday, May 1, 2014


He knew his son would carry on the legacy of politics like everyone in his family had. He had seen that sparkling shine in his eyes, galvanic command in his voice even before his son had the slightest hint of this future. Alas, little did he know that his son would go against the corrupt ways of him and join that wrecked withering politician of opposition fasting for resignation of his father.