I was sitting in a comfortable chair.
He asked me to close my eyes.
I was a bit tensed but he said there is nothing to be worried about.
As he started to count backwards, I saw the lights fading away and my body melted away in a whirlpool of void.
I opened my eyes. I was inside a dark cave. Two balls of light were flickering right across me. Oh! giant fireflies, I thought. I started crawling towards them to inspect, but just in time I heard a loud roar. In which direction should I run, thought my startled mind.
I could feel the warm blood flowing in my body. My heart was pumping like a giant machine and I opened my eyes. The doctor was sitting right in front of me.
Happy were my childhood days.
Confusion got fused with happy during my teenage days.
Now that I’ve seen different colours of life;
most of the days I wear a mask;
pretending, that today is not the same as yesterday.
Sometimes when the grief is high,
and pretending becomes difficult;
I stick a smile to my mask.
Then, there are some days,
just so good and bright;
that I don’t need the mask at all.
All I need then, is a big fat smile.
A smile that I smile.
A smile that I get.
Makes me happy,
And pretending goes all waste.
Inspired by today’s prompt:Pretend
Give him Chocolates for he is sweet
Give him Good Food for he loves to eat
Give him a Pen for it will sit in his chest pocket
Give him Flowers for he adds a smile to my life
I want everything –
Sun, moon and stars,
Sapphire, rubies and gold,
Money lots of it, to buy it all.
Then, I realize that I can’t buy everything,
So I want nothing.
As desires are hard to get rid of,
It seems I still want a few things –
Cheerful smiles, friendly hugs, token of love,
Beauty sleep, healthy food to eat and a protective den to keep me safe.
Nothing – a problem, as you don’t have a thing.
Everything too is a problem, as ego seeps in.
With the ever growing desires dwelling in mind,
Contentment is always hard to find.
Blogging – my sweet home and its people my friends and family.
Blogging – my growing community of circle.
Blogging – an addiction that I find hard to resist.
Blogging – a habit that has helped me to grow everyday.
Blogging – a life support system introducing me to varied topics/people from all across the globe.
Blogging – something that I enjoy.
Blogging – my absence, leaves me guilty.
Blogging – my crystal globe.
Blogging – a kaleidoscope of different colours and patterns.
There was a spiral staircase in our school building. We were not allowed to go there but I was always curious about it. Somehow I thought of Rapunzel or someone trapped up inside what looked like a room.
With a group of five friends I decided to go. When we climbed up we went half way and then came back. Due to its spiral shape and the gaps between each step we felt dizzy and not to mention that the height scared us away.
We again tried the second time. It was decided that three would stand down just in case we fell or something happened. I was one of the two to go up. I reached only to find a lock at the entrance. I didn’t look down as I went up; as I knew, if I would then I could not go ahead. It was only when I reached the top of the staircase that I saw down for a brief moment. I thought I would feel good but I realized my fear of heights for the very first time. An uneasiness filled my tummy. There was a feeling that I was sitting on a merry go round and I started running down the stairs.
We were happy because we had done something that no one had done (or so we thought). We didn’t find anything but we did it. At that moment I certainly felt that having done this I could do anything. If I was there I could be anywhere where my heart desired me to be.
Advice is free
It can be good or bad.
Only when followed; it will make you happy or sad.
Someone told me to fly and think high.
I sat at the top of a building.
Yes, I was high about to fly.
Someone pulled me from behind.
The next day I was standing in a line.
My mom yelled in front of everyone, “Don’t you have brains!”
So I learnt advice is good to give but when follow use your brains.
It was a pleasant day,
I felt victorious as I skied on snow.
One moment I was on the snow, making a mark.
In a moment it was over me, now I was the mark.
I screamed, but only I could hear my voice.
My friends had abandoned me.
A thought had stung me.
I prayed for the snow to melt.
I visualized mighty sun had wrapped me.
Then when the night set in, I tried jumping like a spring caught in cement.
The next day I heard my name.
The voices sounded familiar.
My body a frozen candy but my senses all alert.
I yelled with all my strength.
My friends were near.
Nothing seemed more assuring.
Some dark figures were approaching towards me.
I started cooking and it was a disaster.
Mom cooked on slow heat, and I wanted it quick so the flames were high.
High heat was my style of cooking.
It was quick.
The food quality was – burnt.
Still food was served, and everyone ate with a smile.
Lesson was learnt and so I’d let food simmer in low heat.
But there also, a problem arose.
I forgot about cooking until a slow burning smell would touch my nose.
It would make me run to kitchen.
Thank God! I’d say the food was not yet burnt.
When served everyone ate with great pleasure.
Sure the food would be good to taste, I thought.
OMG! I forgot to add salt to taste.
What would any food be without any sprinkle of salt?
It would certainly not be good, I thought.
Yellow dahlia from the vase
We cherish the warmth of sunshine everyday in our lives. An absence of sun in the sky is bound to bring dullness in our day. Sunshine is warmth. Other than sun, what else could be a symbol for warmth?
I can think of sunflower, it is next to sun god itself. With its bright yellow colour it is forever ready to add sunshine to our faces. Marigold is warmth irrespective of its colour yellow or orange, it doesn’t really matter. A yellow dahlia is warmth. Artificilal lights breathe a life of warmth into our lives. I remember oil lamps and there yellow glow brightening a dark room.
So, it would be right to assume that: sun= warmth = sunflower = marigold = lights. And all this is equivalent to the colour yellow. Come to think of it, every colour has some purpose and so does the colour yellow. What I like about this colour is its quality or power to instantly brighten a dull day or even heighten up our low spirits. What I’m saying is: we need yellow, we need sunshine. It’s not necessary to… like… the colour – yellow – but we need it. Even if we are not aware of liking it, our day begins with it.
I love the bright sun peeping into my window early morning. I feel it is smiling at me, waking me up, motivating me, giving me some kind of power or strength to kick start my day and continue with the same spirit. To be honest, I do want the sun to play hide and seek with me sometimes so that I get to stretch for long hours and get a prolong night sleep. But then I’m reminded of foggy winter days which are the same as evenings and I don’t want that. The absence of sun brings a dull feeling along with some kind of helplessness which stretches for the entire 24 hrs. I don’t want that, who wants that…no one, right?
I want the sun to shine… everyday, specially during the winter days.