Thursday, 11 February 2021
Monday, 1 February 2021
She stood there gaping at the book stall. Her stomach growled reminding her that last morsel she threw in her stomach was three moons before. When she got lucky in a fight with that brown fury furious dog on the other street. That day she won the fight and got a piece of half eaten bread right from that dog's mouth. She slid behind the pillar very quietly. Dog could not see her hiding and no sooner it ran past her she threw a big stone and hit it's mouth, catching the bread piece in air and immediately gobbling it down. Her stomach growled for more and the dog tried to attack her. She was quick enough to swing her other arm holding a rusted rod. It hit the dog hard on his nose. He whinned loudly and rushed away.
Oh ! How much she wanted to read, even more than she wanted to eat. She thought books and words sprawled over the pages can satisfy her hunger better than a piece of bread. She loved reading and through stories she loved transporting herself into the fantasy world it created.
Once she got hold of a torn book in garbage of some princess called 'Cinderella'. She dreamt herself being in the place of that beautiful princess. But the moment king's people came to their house to try on the shoe......
"Oh, No! where are the other pages....?? She cried, book had ended abruptly leaving her hungrier than ever.
She cried in despair. It was just half book and now she yearns to read it. To know what happened? To believe in Happily ever after.
But there was no way she could know now as the book was torn and the pages were missing. For months she kept on looking at the garbage bags at the same spot. May be just may be she might get lucky and get the other half of that book to know the end.
Now that book stall of old used books was pulling her like a strong current. She obliged and walked towards it. Many children were laughing and giggling around the stall. They were holding one or the other books.
Her mouth started watering as if looking at a plate full of hot delicious food. But she knew how to survive for another two days easily without any real need of food. But her heart craves for the books. She loved the words creating magic in her mind and teaching her so much about the world.
Her mother taught her patiently to read with black coal on the ground. Since then she picks any piece of paper lying here and there and tried to read and if she had any doubts, her mother always explained it. Last month she did not wake up even after her many attempts. Then somebody told her she was dead. Later she was stuffed in her garbage collecting bag and taken away by two people.
That day she lost three precious possessions. One, her mother and Two, her garbage collecting bag. Three, that piece of jute bag which they called thier home in the dark corner, under that railway bridge.She did not knew what to do now and how she will survive without her possessions. But she did.
And now standing beside the old book stall she looked at the books hungrily. She was so engrossed in the books that she did not even heard the footsteps. She was shocked when she heard someone tugging at her shoulder. She looked into the softest brown smiling eyes. Her expensive hat was flavourfully placed, she was wearing dark glasses and had soft rosy colour on her lips. Her bright yellow dress danced with the gentle breeze.
She had a sandwich in her hands and she offered. But, She wanted to read so much, when at the same time she was hungry too. She did not knew what to do. Deciding once, She moved her head in 'No'. That lady was surprised.
"Why, little girl? You seem so hungry. Do you want something else to eat. You poor girl my heart bleeds to see you in this state"
Her eyes lit at this and thought maybe she can ask for a book. Which she did ask for. Lady was surprised and Happy at the same time for her demand. She gently took her hand and together they walked towards the book stall.
.................To be continued............
Saturday, 31 October 2020
|Pencil on Paper - Deepti Agrawal|
Of doubt peeks from window
Ignoring all qualms smiled quietly
Darkness with feeble glow
Finding inner peace to the deep core
Slowly sets inside me
It’s time for worthy celebrations
Peeks outside the window
Illuminating the arena…!
Friday, 30 October 2020
|Pencil Shading by Deepti Agrawal|
Floating on a sea shell
Braving the wild violent waves
Reached the shore with grace
Dew drop resting on a petal
Crooked branch holds still
Shines valiantly with the sun rays
A smile on an innocent face
Funny gestures I do make
Emitting peace all around
A bicycle on a curvy road
With the soft wind on face
Content heart and peaceful soul
Participating in OctPoWriMo 2020 it's Day 30 just one day more.. Along with satisfaction to reach here I am feeling a bit low as this years beautiful journey of October is about to end. Looking forward for 2021 already. I went with few words from the Word Prompt (Wild, spontaneous, bent, funny, crooked, weird, curvy)
Thursday, 29 October 2020
|Campos de Jordaon, Brazil 2013|
Walking hand in hand
On a life’s footpath
Like a wanderer in the strange realms
In search of wisdom and truth
Side by side on the sacred path
~travelling like a vagabond~
Carefree in nature and habits
Poles apart yet so near
Like the solitary railroad
Running and running never merging
Living a nomadic life.
Participating in OctPoWriMo 2020 with Word Prompts ( Traveling, vagabond, nomadic, wanderer)
and the Poetry Format as Puente a poem created by James Rasmusson, and is somewhat similar to the Diamante. Like the Diamante, you start with one aspect of a topic or issue and then, line by line, work toward another aspect. In the center is a line that bridges the two aspects together.
The form has three stanzas with the first and third having an equal number of lines and the middle stanza having only one line which acts as a bridge (puente) between the first and third stanza. The first and third stanzas convey a related but different element or feeling, as though they were two adjacent territories. The number of lines in the first and third stanza is the writer’s choice as is the choice of whether to write it in free verse or rhyme.
The center line is delineated by a tilde (~) and has ‘double duty’. It functions as the ending for the last line of the first stanza AND as the beginning for the first line of the third stanza. It shares ownership with these two lines and consequently bridges the first and third stanzas
Wednesday, 28 October 2020
|Painting made by Khushboo|
She buzzed and buzzed
And hopped from one flower to another
With a quick stride enters the door
Through a little keyhole
After roaming inside the room
Lusting over the plastic flowers
Realization hit her head
Nothing tastes better than fresh
I opened the door for her to go
She buzzed and buzzed
And rested on the glass door
Watching and dreaming
Of all the natural flowers and fruits
Smiling and inviting from outside
She did not found the way to go
Door was opened, Yet, her brain not
Wide open door was out of her thought
Searching for the same keyhole
She collapsed on the door.
Don’t be a fool
Learn lessons from that dupe
Choices are yours and decisions to take
This world and this body is a mirage
Locked inside a life’s room
Whereas the garden outside
Is the life beyond our Birth
Do not keep looking for the keyholes
The door is opened
Have courage to step out of that door
Break the chains break the shackles
Believe in your soul make journey inwards
Walk the path and listen to its voices.
Tuesday, 27 October 2020
|Picture from Net|
Remembering the childhood memories
With special meaning to every custom
Recalling, fondly long gone ancestors
Paying our respect and bowing to their legacy
Rich magic weaves around our persona
Between the Heaven and the Earth
Holy days mark their presence
With treats and festivities
Embracing the long trail of traditions
Richly engraved in our souls
May the love of our lineage
Blesses us forever
Keeping us secure
Participating in OctPoWriMo 2020 with the Word Prompts Magic, Holidays/Holy Days , Ancestors, childhood, special, veil, between, Midnight