Microfiction Monday # 4

Don't try to scare me Dragon. Like all the children of the world, you should respect your creator. In your case, its me, the magician.

For Microfiction Monday

I Don't Miss Her

"I don't miss her

and I don't really do",

my mind consoles

my heart this way.

In the mirror,

I see her face.

In the air,

I feel her fragrance.

In my thoughts,

she is always around.

Yet, my mind says,

"I don't miss her".

When I walk,

she walks beside.

When I laugh,

she gazes, I feel.

When I sleep,

she visits my dreams.

But, my mind says,

"I don't miss her".

The battle between

heart and mind

goes a long way.

They never make

consensus. Never.

My mind thinks,

"I don't miss her".

Yes, I don't.

Sometimes,

mind wins

against heart.

And this is the moment

of triumph for mind.

But, my heart,

miss her, it knows.

And while it is

time for celebration

for my mind,

my heart keeps

a fake smile.

I don't miss her.

Yes, I don't.

But, still,

can't forget her.

Death

no one knows

when it comes

yet it is made

for everyone

some welcome it

some try to hide

but it catches

every single one

be it an infant

or an old man

be it a sinner

or even a saint

no one can

really escape

or avoid its

capture

it is ultimate

of all things

final and fatal

death transforms

impure into pure

stress into relief

imprison into freedom

death brings life

for the one

who goes

and those

who left behind

live almost dead

P.S. - Last night in our lane, a kid aged just one year died. Death is so cruel yet it is certain and scheduled. No matter who is in it's way, it will pass on, ruining the one in front of it.

Anything For You

It was last day of my college. During all the three years that I spent there, I wanted to tell her something. Something that would make her feel special and how and what I think about her. It didn't start suddenly, like most good things, it happened gradually. I started liking her smile and how she used to talk and how she used to take care of everyone. I was very attracted to her personality.

Every year on her birthday, which was on 5th September, I used to get ready early in the morning and visit the same temple she did. Following each and every move of hers yet couldn't gather the courage to open my heart out. Each time an idea came to mind, I tried to abandon it, for I didn't want my image to be ruined before her.

But today was the day I had to do it. It wasn't sure we would ever meet in this life again since I was going to leave this place forever. I knew that I couldn't speak out before her. So, to make the job simpler I tried my writing skills and wrote a letter to her. Our farewell was going on when she left the assembly to make a call. I followed her. I was keeping my fingers crossed so that everything goes according to my precise plan. When she got free from the call, I sat on my knees and presented her the flowers and the letter. She took it smilingly.

Then she read it in my presence,"Ma'am, I've been watching you since three years in this institution. You didn't change a bit. I like the way you teach us and your caring attitude towards students. Ma'am, I don't know why it took so long for me to say you all this. Every year on your birthday, which coincidently comes on Teachers' Day, all students used to come to you and wish you good wishes and appreciate the way you are. But it was me alone who couldn't ever come to you. I don't know what stopped me every then. All I want to say Ma'am, is that, I'll miss you during the rest of my life. Miss you and ...."

"Miss you and ....", she asked,"and what?"

".... and anything for you Ma'am", I said and ran to the assembly and took my seat.

I was constantly thinking how I gathered all my abandoned courage to precisely speak my heart out. Then my heart answered that nothing happens suddenly, like all good things, it was collected gradually. But I still wonder, was it really I wanted to tell her or was it something else? Something which hasn't come out of my heart till now.

For Three Word Wednesday

No More Space

no more space

for new thoughts

in my mind

for it is filled

with so many

stale lying inside

no more space

for new tears

in my eyes

for they are

full already

with salty water

no more space

for new lessons

in my ears

for there are

many listened

but none applied

no more space

for new smiles

on my lips

for they are

already occupied

with fake ones

no more space

for new love

in my heart

for there is

only one which

can remain forever

no more space

for new words

in this piece

no more space

for more emotions

in this stanza

no more space

please don't ask

for more if you

Microfiction Monday # 3

We book Monks were too busy studying that we forgot our exam date. Hope, we would be graduating next year. Afraid, we have a poor memory.

For Microfiction Monday

3 Things About Me

Getting an appreciation from fellow bloggers is really special because they are friends in a special way. We don't know them personally and probably never get a chance to meet or see them. But, in virtual world, we are like real buddies. Here is another tag which I'm going to write on is from my dear real but virtual friend adreamygal. She is an amazing writer, do visit her blog(s) and you will visit often. So, here are some more things you may want to know about me.

My 3 famous names-

- Deepak (you all know)

- Deepu (family calls me by this name)

- *blank* (you've a good chance to give me a new name)

3 things that scare me-

- Looking down from a height (sometimes even from our terrace)

- Being old (I don't know why)

- My Boss (common among many)

3 things which make me smile-

- Memories

- Meeting friends

- Nature

3 things I love-

- Myself

- Family and friends

- My accessories (like a kid who don't want to part with his toys)

3 things I hate-

- Doing the work I don't love to (so often I do)

- When someone makes fun of me (pranks are allowed to loved ones only)

- That I'm lazy

3 things I don't understand-

- Myself first

- Life second

- And everyone other third

(bottom line- I don't understand why I'm here)

3 things I'm doing right now-

- Writing this tag

- Listening to Jagjit Singh's 'Tere Khushbu Mein Base Khat Main Jalata Kaise'

- Thinking (don't know what)

3 things I can't do-

- Propose a girl (not now)

- Forget my beautiful past

- Stop writing (and don't want to ever)

3 things I think you should listen to-

- Your inner voice

- Me (when I'm speaking)

- Your Mom (she is always right)

3 things I watched as a kid-

- Disney Hour (on Zee TV every evening)

- Ramayan (Ramanand Sagar's)

- Small Wonder

3 things I want in a relationship-

- Love

- Understanding

- Surprises

3 physical things about opposite sex that appeal to me-

- Beauty

- Smile

- Good dressing sense

3 favourite fictitious characters-

- Aamir's character in the movie '3 Idiots'

- Jay from the movie 'Sholey'

- Jack from the movie 'Titanic'

3 of my favourite hobbies-

- Writing

- Surfing Internet

- Collecting pictures that make memories

3 beverages I drink regularly-

- Water

- Tea

- Milk

(were you expecting some strong ones?)

3 things I like about myself-

- That I can write (not very good but still I can)

- Almost everyone who knows me likes me as a person (there are some who don't have a good taste)

- I have a kind heart

(please don't take it as self praise)

3 things I'm wearing right now-

- Undergarments :)

- Pajama :)

- That's it (it is too hot here in punjab)

2 truths and a lie (in random order)-

- I'm virgin

- Someone proposed me on last Valentine's day

- I do believe in love

(find out on your own)

3 bloggers I want to tag-

- Zave

- Raajii

- Leo

(Want to know more about you guys)

Thank you for bearing.

Bad Habits Die Hard, But They Do.

Whenever he'd come home I used to dread. It was a daily routine for me. I was very fun loving and full of life during his absence. But the enjoyment never lasted for long. Whatever one tried to say him, he'd never grasp it and would do exactly opposite to it.

After my high school, I joined my college in a different city. Not because it was best for the stream I chose but because I wanted to go far away from his sight and reach at any cost. Those days at my college were the best of my life. I lived my childhood along with my youth at the same time because I never got to understand before what does childhood mean.

But, then, again I had to come back at this very place. Now I was no more afraid of him. In fact, not of anybody. Now I was a man and I knew how to defend self and others too.

I was expecting same behavior from him like before. But what I saw was beyond my understanding. He hugged me tightly in his arms. Blessed me and apologized for all the mistakes of the past. I couldn't understand what was going on till he uttered,"Son, I've realized that I was wrong. I didn't give you a single chance to live your childhood. I remember how I used to fight everyday with your Mom and you. Just a bad habit can make you a bad person, I know now. My habit of daily drinking was one I couldn't help. But now everything is on track. I know I never hugged you like this before. It may seem stupid to you but, yes, I'm changed and changed for good. Please forgive me my son."

Before I could react, my eyes reacted. Tears started flowing my eyes. I couldn't pacify myself and replied,"Dad, how easily you said that you have changed for good. But can you bring my childhood back? Can you bring back the smile on Mom's face? Can you call us a family? Can you?"

No answer I could read in his eyes. Only repent poured down from his eyes. I hugged him back and we cried together. I couldn't forgive him but what could I do. He was my father after all.

For Three Word Wednesday

P.S. - It is only a fiction for me but its a bitter reality for a huge part of the society we live in.

Lost Mind

Lost mind,

runs hard,

in search

of peace.

Suddenly,

a voice calls,

it fumbles,

falls down.

Tries to hold,

it's lost breath,

pulls it up,

to stand again.

A support

it seeks,

no one cares,

not even one.

It begs to

the heart,

to hold

it's hand.

Heart excuses,

turns the face,

mind remains

still all alone.

Where to go,

what to do?

Endless questions

increase pain.

Yet it knows,

it has to run,

for there is

no one it's own.

It runs and

it does fast,

but destination,

seems yet far.

In search

of peace,

lost mind,

runs hard.

Microfiction Monday # 2

A bird in hand is worth two in bush. And three jars in hand are better than six broken apart on the floor. I'm not greedy you can see :-)

For Microfiction Monday

If I Were...

One of my dear blogger friend Leo has tagged me in his post 'If I Were', so I'm taking it up with heartiest thanks to him. Here goes my take on it :-)

If I were a month, I'd be February, for in it my parents got married and they gave me a chance to see this beautiful world.

If I were a day, I'd be Sunday with no other thought, for this is the day which I can spend in my own way.

If I were a time of the day, I'd be the early hour of the morning, for when the sun rays touch the earth and calmness fill the atmosphere, I can think more creatively than any other time of the day.

If I were a season, I'd be winters, for I love the fog falling on my face and also I don't get drenched like in rain and my Mom keeps cool :-)

If I were a planet, I'd not be one. Rather I'd be a satellite of the planet earth i.e. moon, for whenever I look up to the sky, my lips get converted into a curve to smile and it's beauty beats the stars.

If I were a direction, I'd be north, for it is always on the upper side of the map and it encourages me to move upward in life.

If I were a drink, I'd be Punjabi Lassi, for I'm a Punjabi myself and I love it so much. I had a glass full of it today :-)

If I were a flower, I'd be Lily, for it lives only for a day but spreads happiness in every way.

If I were an animal, I'd be horse, for I like the saying that a man and a horse never get old. I didn't say I wanna die young :-)

If I were a musical instrument, I'd be mouth organ, for if one wants to play me, has to kiss me :-) weird reason I guess :-)

If I were a fruit, I'd be mango, for it is my favourite in any form :-)

If I were a celebrity, I'd be none other than little master Sachin Tendulkar, for he is best in his field.

If I were a gemstone, I'd be diamond, for it is girls' best friend, hardly found and most precious too :-)

If I were a color, I'd be white, for it is the color of peace and our world need it the most.

If I were a song, I'd be 'My Heart Will Go On' of Celine Dion, for it makes me relax whenever I listen to it.

If I were a movie, I'd be '3 Idiots', for the friendship and innovative thinking it depicts.

If I were a food, I'd be Shahi Paneer made by my Mom (or even by Dad sometimes), for I love cheese :-)

If I were a piece of art, I'd be some noticeable and praiseworthy writing, for I just don't want to be any other piece of art.

If I were a body part, I'd be the eyes, for it hides all the beauties of the world.

If I were a facial expression, I'd be surprised, for there is no fun in being worldly wise and rarely surprised. Also I love surprises :-)

If you are reading this post, take yourself to be tagged. You can also use different categories if you want to. This post is also similar to one of my earlier posts 'I Wish I Were'. Have a look at this too.

Saturday Awards Night

Well, getting an award always feels special and here is my day. Got these lovely awards from my blogger-friend Arti (adreamygal). Thank you so much dear.

Award No. 1

The Cuppy Cake Award

Award No. 2

The Friends' Circle Award

Award No. 3

Rules:

- In order to accept this award, please post it on your blog with the name of the person awarded it including the link to his blog.

- Pass on the award to 5-10 of your most loyal followers.

- Contact those followers and let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I would pass on this to-

Raajii

Adreamygal (as a return gift)

Zave

Shruti

Dimple

Award No. 4

This one is for me only.

No pass ons :-)

Award No. 5

Rules:

- Thank the person who gave you this award.

- Share 7 things about yourself.

- Pass the award to 15 bloggers who you've recently discovered and who you think are fantastic.

- Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award.

Well, I think this is a difficult task for getting an award but here I go-

1. I think my mind and heart are in wrong body :-) Do I have to specify the reasons as well?

2. I don't have any girl friend :-) I mean not at present :-)

3. I'm an internet addict and my GPRS enabled mobile makes the situation worse :-)

4. I have poor communication skills. Some of you won't believe that but, yes, its true. I can express more with my writings but not with my tongue :-)

5. I want to go back in time. If God would grant me one wish, I would ask for the power to rule the time :-)

6. I don't want to get old. I think you got the clue :-)

7. Last but not the least, I want God with me at every step. Not because I fear from Him but because I love Him.

I will pass on this award to these friends-

Raajii

Adreamygal (as a return gift)

Zave

Dimple

Shruti

Simardeep

Leo

Aayushi

Pri

Dr. Chandana

(Sorry Arti, I can't think of 15 bloggers right now)

Thanks a lot to Arti once again and congrats to the winners. Love you all.

Weightless Heavy

"Ouch, what's this?", I screamed as she sat down on my lap to tease me.

"Oh, sorry", she apologized hiding a sheet of paper behind her.

"What are you hiding", I asked curiously.

"Nothing, ignore it", she continued, "OK, tell me if I leave you forever".

"I have many options and they are not as heavy as you. You would have killed me if you had sit on my lap for one more second", now I was teasing her.

"Well, sometimes your questions create fear in my mind", I became serious,"You know how much I love you?"

"Yes, I do", she confessed,"OK dear, we are getting late, I think we should leave now. Bye, take care".

"Bye, love you", I bid her adieu.

Then we didn't meet for about a month. And one day, I got a news which changed my life. She left me forever. I went to her home where her Mom gave me a note written by her daughter.

It read,"Dear, that day I was hiding my reports. I had cancer, last stage. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. How could I? Dear, you used to call me your angel and see I've become one. Now I'm not heavy like before. Don't you know, the angels are weightless? Now you can use your options. Take care, love you".

The note felt heavier than her.

For Three Word Wednesday

Microfiction Monday # 1

Well, we are back to the city again. After all, for how long can you eat the grass at the mountain tops? We, the Monks, too have a life.

For Microfiction Monday

Her Anger

She was angry that day.

I arranged flowers and a hand written note for her. I placed them in kitchen.

I was sitting and suddenly she planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I love you too son", she said passing the note to Papa.

"Happy Mothers' Day Mom, Love you", Papa read it.

Anger vanished.

P.S. - Happy Mothers' Day to all the mothers of the world. Our world is with you.

Love You Mom

In the darkness of your womb

I was safe though I was numb

Came to the world naked & crying
I know with pain you were dying


Still you kept the smile on your face
Because I was fine with God's grace


The moment you held me first time
I was relieved and stopped crying


The first things I did were special to you
First smile or word uttered or a walk too


The nick names you gave me I still remember
Though with some of them I didn't resemble


Whenever I got sick you didn't sleep
I know you care with your heart deep


Sometimes I made you angry and fought
But each time I got a lesson taught


Your blessings are all what I treasure
You don't even show off your gesture


I pray to God that on my part I never cheat
And bring all the happiness under your feet


I love you so very much my Mom
Without you, our house is not home


Truly said that God can't be everywhere
So He sent the mother to take care

Sorry I'm Helpless

"Well, I don't love you", she said in a low tone.

"Can you look into my eyes and repeat your words", I asked holding back my tears.

"You want to listen it again, why?"

"No, it's fine".

As I walked out, her eyes were still following me saying,"Sorry, I'm helpless Dear".

P.S. - First time tried to write a 55 fiction. I hope it's not that bad. And thank God the words didn't cross the limit of 55.

Express It

The three words,

I want to hear,

whisper them slowly,

please don't fear.

To let them out,

what does it take?

Just a little courage,

I know you can make.

Waited long for the moment,

its time you go ahead.

All I can assure you is,

I won't make it spread.

Between you and me,

will remain this secret.

I will keep my words,

there is nothing to fret.

Love is what I need,

I know that you do.

Still want to be sure,

if I can be with you.

Why to hide if you love,

it won't help you much.

There are many ways to express,

words or gestures or a little touch.