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Glass

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Every time I see the mirror,
I see a contrast of images,

I sometimes see,
a kid wandering in the world,
lost in thoughts,
willing to paint the world,
in canvas of words.

And sometimes,
a writer struggling for words,
to paint the world,
in canvas of never seen words,

But the glass,
is a deceiving perception,
it makes us see,
Either
What we don’t have,
or what we need,
never it shows,
the real me.

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He would be back

broken frame,
glass on the floor,
a letter unopened,
tears echoed,
for someone,
who said he would be back,
to read the night stories,
to play the games,
to take all camp side,
one sunny day,
But that day he became,
part of earth,
with clouds of tears,
thunders of disgust,
they all ask how it happened,
she now says proudly,
killed in action.

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Darkness

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I have seen the bright,
I have seen the glories,
they all tell me a lovely story,
how easy it is to see the light
even in the darkest times,
but not the darkness even in the brightest,
enough of your love,
I had till now,
show me your darkness,
show me your wounds,
show me the pain,
show me the worry,
I will kiss them away without any hurry.
and tell you something again and again,
that  your darkness in heart will never go in vain.

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Moonlight

In the dim glow of moonlight,
darkness craving for its might,
The lake adorns a silvery sight,
love is bursting for its right,

fog spreads like a flood from no where
timid hearts are beating in space somewhere,
with candles that glow and melt every night,
familiar bodies embrace tonight.

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Voice Seeking Heaven.

Euthanasia or Mercy Killing is a highly debated issue,with people willing to die because they can't bear the excruciating sad life with no hopes left for better tomorrow.

Between the battles of life,
and triumphs of battles,
layed a voice so idle,
with no strength left,
no hopes for a miracle,
eyes wander as far as it can,
with bafflement unbearable,
armchair carries the body,
but soul refuses to stay,
in the confinement,
that is at rest since ages,
the purpose has been lost ,
and the hope is decaying,
it seems the bird flew close to the sun,
and got a great burning,

everyday the eyes try to see the stars,
wants to find the faults,
that made all stop,
eyes still,
looks for the star,
that is the destined one,
where the soul would rest,
once free,
not all souls seek an early heaven,
not all want to be free soon,
it is the scars that one can’t live with,
that makes destiny rot into memories,
death is not a fear now,
but a friend embracing arms,
that would let voice seek heaven,
and questions unanswered.

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Challenge

Hey People.I went through the blog of (https://sparkofwriting.wordpress.com), I am pretty embarrased i don’t really know the name of the blogger 😦 but anyways, i saw her effort to the writing challenge, she tried her best and i thought for a while that i should give it a try. So here is my try. The topic was Photographs. 🙂

Photographs

I still remember the grayscale one,
with a multitude of memories,
the happiness and fun,
it layed in a frame enclosed,
telling a story untold,
how is it that even after all this,
I still look at the photograph,
and it takes me to the place,
like no one ever could,
the brisk air,
the heavy tides,
the lonesome roads,
the happy ride,
how the storm took over,
how things changed so fast,
now I stand trying hard,
to forget the image i have,
the grayscale one can be removed,
broken again like in the past,
yeah i did it too,
but the strength to do so,
has faded somewhere,
the memories hover,
uncontrolled,
is it because it can capture,
only the happiness,
even without colours,
it devours sadness,
i know somewhere it is true,
the grayscale one had me too.
Let it be,let it go
grayscale would remain for sure
7 min 30 sec, 152 words.

The topic was great, a culmination of art and writing could have been incorporated in it.
Rules-
) Open an MS Word document (or any other editor)
2) Set a stop watch or your mobile of 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop.
5) Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (it is only meant for you reflect on your control on sensible thought flow)
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words
8) Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic.

In the end I’m Nominating.
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Your Topic is Graveyard

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Wandering

When was the last time,
you actually wandered,
when you wanted to,
with just the soul,
for seeing the stars,
for facing the tide,
for the rainbows,
that never hide,
for paths that tell a story,
for mornings of glory,
for people you never met,
for stories you never heard,
for love never felt,
for knowing yourself,
like you never did,
if you ever want to,
then do it for sure ,
but,
without a purpose,
without seeing the time,
without remembering people you knew.
wander to know,
not the places,
but the places you belong to,
wander to know,
not people,
but the person
in the mirror.

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