A forest reminds me of all the elements of nature, even fire.
A plant — to me, reminds me of all the elements of nature, except for fire, I guess… at least, not in my garden.
A running river — a symbol of water — stands as one of the most powerful elements of nature after fire.
A ball of fire, but kept at a safe distance from us.
Air — wind, they stay invisible and can only be seen when the trees and leaves flutter or clouds drift away. Of course, even this could show us its temper sometimes.
I sat waiting and watching at the time. Ten minutes or so had passed…there he was.
I wondered what he was trying to do, kneeling down instead of taking a seat.
Everything afterwards seemed like a dream come true as the soft flaky snow touched my skin. My hand in his…for all I saw, was a warm smile and a piece of cut polished ice moving from his hand to mine.
“You do listen to my ramblings.”
“Yes, I know you love snow. I knew you would like it here…this ways.”
Outside Ski World the sun sizzled in Dubai but what did I care…I kept staring at the dazzling white rock that sat on my finger.
He looked at an empty frame. “Why was it empty? Who keeps an empty frame?” he muttered to himself.
There was something peculiar about the room. The room was filled with books and magazines but did not have any place to sit. It had a big clock that looked lost in time and too old to function properly.
“Only if I could see someone, I could ask for some tea or water or even a place to sit,” he thought.
The place was sealed with silence.
With steady steps, he approached to one of the stacks of books. He tried to pick it up to read.
“Ah! Marvelous,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s no book, they are chairs.” He inspected every stack. The ones to the east of the room were chairs and the ones to the west were all readable books.
“That’s something uh! The person wants you to sit and read by the daylight.”
He took one of the books and cautiously placed himself on the artistic book chair.
The room was now losing its glow and the clock started to tick faster. With his eyes set on the book, he hardly noticed this change. He was deeply immersed in the book.
As the night grew stronger, the clock ticked louder. In that dark room, the only thing that was clear – was the heart beat of the running clock.
The sun made an announcement of a new day as it gently knocked at the east window.
Everything was back to normal. The clock gave a tired look from the previous night’s run and the books and the chairs were camouflaged as one. The room – prim and proper – had everything in its place, except for the outsider.
Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge. For this week thanks to Eric Wickland of Momusnews for giving us the first line to go with the photo.
Finish the story begins with: At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.
A walk by the beach was a daily ritual for me. Today was no different…sea gulls, lonely shore, ferocious waves and cool sea breeze. Casting an impression on the soft wet sand, I walked.
Something shone in the sand like a piece of sun fallen from the sky. I went near it.
“Ah! What a beautiful marble.” I said, and picked it up.
I found a perfect place for it at home – in a bowl full of sea shells.
Touch…it wanted to be touched…more than once. I had picked it up twice and touched it more than three times marveling at its hollow beauty.
Spell…an unknown spell was broken and I could see liquid gold gushing through its cracks.
Fire…it breathed life and turned into a ball of fire.
It didn’t burn me, but I stared at it. Hollow turned into pure beauty. In a moment everything changed.
Shift…our gaze had interchanged. Now it was observing me from outside.
Trapped… I wondered if I’ll be visible to Billy when he comes home.
“Life is all that I have,” she said.
Spreading its colourful wings as it hovered into the sky.
A tiny body packed in vibrant colours;
She flew high to kiss the sun.
She came down to embrace the flowers.
“Life is all that I have,” she said.
And so, I shall live;
As she went up the hill,
and raced down the streams.
All colours she had seen;
All colours she had lived,
Except for one.
A day came as it tried to fly,
But there was no fun.
The sun became black.
Darkness was all her sight,
But she was not afraid
For she said again,
“Life was all that I had”
And I have lived all the colours vibrant and gay
Now let the night cover me,
For it is in this night that I’ll find a new light.
There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope. –
Sunrise when walking in the morning
Night is a peaceful time…to sleep (for many) and to work (for some). The problem is when you keep working the entire night to meet your deadlines you would probably still be awake at 4 o’ clock or preparing to sleep. Either ways you’ll be too tired to see the magical sunrise (I say so, because at such a time I only want to sleep – catch a cat nap and look sane, when I go to work later).
sunrise when I was flying
“An early bird catches the worm,” they say, but does it matter? If one has to catch only a worm it can be done later as well. What I think, the bird will miss is – the rising sun, a direction to fly, an hour of its day, a rosy glow of a magical morning and flying individually in the sky.
As I stood to greet an early morning sun, I noticed something. At first one or two birds flew calling out loudly. Then as the sky wore more patterns of orange and red the number became a design – a slant line or a letter “V”. There sweet call for the day also diminished with their growing numbers. Finally when the sun was up there were more people on the streets and less birds in the sky…there was also more noise and less peace with the passing day.
Sun running to catch a sleep before it arises the next day. I could not capture its speed or colour but only a blur orange dot in the sky.
An unclear medium is bound to produce a blur image. Sky looked hazy as I capture it through a net.
It’s good to be focused, but sometimes when you are out of focus small things appear…
…to be beautiful…
…and clear, bringing out the best and…
rust in focus
We were sitting on a bench by the pond. There were water lilies – pink and white – that had lifted up from the water. The gentle breeze touched their soft petals and guided their sweet fragrance to us. There were some ducks by the pond. They were busy soaking themselves in water. Ripples were added to the water as they swam.
My hands fit perfectly in your hands. Its warmth gave life to my soul. My head found a nice resting place on your shoulder – strong, yet fragile. I wished for this day to continue forever like a circle…never ending and always going.
From somewhere two cranes flew and landed by the pond. They were lost or so it seemed. But they didn’t care as they were lost…lost in each other. And all they cared for – were each other.
The sun, glowed a mild orange glow and the birds were flying back home. We got up and just like the birds started walking towards our home…our hands still tied together.
Nothing could separate us; nothing would separate us. We were at the final steps of our lives. We had seen it all and there was nothing we feared…except, for the fear of losing our souls.
Walking, we were, when all of sudden a lamppost stood in front of us trying to block our paths…trying to separate us into two. I didn’t lose your gentle grasp. Walking past the lamppost, with a soft smile on my face I said, “I will never leave you.” “I know,” he said. I could see my smile reflecting in his eyes as they twinkled with love for me. Now we were lost like the two cranes for eternity. We were lost in each other’s eyes and just like the cranes… we had no concern for our surroundings. We were locked in time and space in each other’s eyes.
For this week’s photo challenge, “Twinkle” – I bring twinkle with a dash of glow n glitter.
Father you are my light, you are my soul
Make me glow like an orange ball
Never let me die, become a black hole.
Father you are the light, you are all
Let your goodness twinkle in my eyes
For times dark or bright, let your blessings always sparkle my life.
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.