Dusting

dustingShe called and said, “Enough, mom I can’t take it anymore. I can’t stay with him anymore.”

She kept the phone. Dragged herself to the kitchen, with heavy eyes started to drink some water.

She slowly moved to the sitting area with a cloth duster in her hand.
She was dusting away the dust from the surface of the things- big and small, expensive and cheap. She was dusting away the experiences of her life- happy and sad, painful and cheerful.

The husband was back. The house looked perfect. She did a wonderful job. The objects were shining as the surface looked clean. She seemed normal as she had dusted away all the feelings of pain, anger and unhappiness.

In a while, everything will catch dust and the cleaning will have to be done…again.

Thorns And Roses

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Life is a drama, so they say.

Life is tempting, so everyone knows.

It’s not a fair game to play;

Everyone says, it’s a bed of roses to lay.

Sometimes, velvet petals to touch your feet;

The other times, harsh thorns to prick your feet.

Love and life balance the game.

Live your life to the fullest, is all I say.

Love your life, to do the things you always say.

Love and life make a good couple.

Where you become a priest, without any tussle;

Money, is an illusionary master,

And, a mistress to this wonderful couple.

So, lay in the bed of roses, for long as you live.

Live, to breathe the sweet smell of the roses;

And, love to feel the pain of the thorns in the roses.