The Soul Drop

I am not religious,
I discard all religions,
I deny all Gods,
Stone and metal
I do not worship.

Within me, is my Lord,
Waiting to be searched.
With the grace of my Master,
I have known His abode.

The drop is ready to fall
In the ocean of love.
Soul has lost its identity and
Has turned into heavenly dove.

Cry of the Soul

This pain,
O Beloved,
of your separation,
is unbearable.

Shower your grace,
Wash my sins,
Have mercy,
And forgive.

Listen to the cry,
Of my soul, O Beloved,
Give it a chance,
Uncover the covered.

The Philosophy Class

He was new to his philosophy class.

"What do you want to do before you die?", professor asked.

"I want to live."

"That's so obvious."

"That's not obvious professor, that's oblivious. Not many people do this, I guess. They just breathe in and breathe out."

The professor learnt new philosophy of life. His questions ended.

P.S. - For other posts of the 55 Fiction series, please click here.

The Artist

Raindrops be the alphabets,
Nature be the notebook,
Love be the language,
You be the poem.
And I,
I be the poet.

Let me write you,
Rhyme you,
Sing you.

Let yourself be my art,
Let me be your artist.

The Necklace

She wasn't looking happy since morning. The change was sudden. And that surprised me. Maybe because the maid hasn't come yet or maybe she is not feeling well, I was wondering over the reason. But I could not ask her as I was busy packing my bags for reporting back to duty since it was the last day of my short span leave. The life of an army man, after all, is like that.

She helped me packing my stuff but didn't utter a word. And I was still wondering how to gather the courage to ask her. I was almost done when she broke the silence, "I need a necklace", she said, quite dominantly. I was shocked and surprised at her sudden wish. More so because she knows that I can't afford it since we had just shifted to our new home, our own, and that all our savings were invested. Women will be women, I thought.

Reading my confused face, she came close, rolled my arms around her neck, leaned against my chest and whispered, "Your arms are my necklace, don't go please". That was another surprise, not shocking, but was a pleasurable one. I kissed her forehead but couldn't say anything. Tears rolled down her cheeks and I just let them so. I had just understood the reason of her sadness.

Her eyes followed me until I was out of her sight. The life of an army man's wife, perhaps, is like that.

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Move On

From balcony, my squint eyes followed her until she turned into a tiny dot and finally disappeared. She was gone.

"Don't lick my mind", I didn't say anything more than that. Perhaps that's how an argument starts. Perhaps that's how a relation ends.

That night, I witnessed Manchester United's win over Arsenal. What a match!

For Three Word Wednesday

P.S. - Jokes apart, breakups are sometimes very hurtful.

P.P.S. - Attempted 55 fiction after a long time. Coincidentally, this time too it has ended in exactly 55 words like my other 55 fictions. For other posts of the series, click here.

Handful of Ashes

From dawn to dusk,

man runs,

collects matter.

Not a moment,

of peace,

of serenity.

And yet,

when death engulfs,

no escape.

Then and there,

empty hands,

six feet space,

burnt or buried,

a handful of ashes,

all remain.

Man runs,

from dawn to dusk.

For One Single Impression # 265

Fortitude

Clandestine love,

Sacred for a moment,

Hiding in smile forever.

For Haiku Heights # 214 and One Single Impression # 264

Second Chance

I came home like any other usual day. She was in the kitchen, preparing supper, like any other usual day. But there was something which wasn't usual. There was a deep edgy silence on her face. She didn't greet me. I understood the reason but pretended as if I didn't know anything.

But suddenly she broke the silence and asked, "How was your day, honey?" "Good, pretty good", I replied sarcastically.

"She left you for me now?" she hit finally.

I was just staring at her and wondering how did she come to know about her, my so called iconic love, who ditched me. Then she came closer, hugged me and broke down. "Never do it again", she whispered.

Surrendering her lithe body in my arms, she cried aloud. And so did I. That very moment I realized, it's absolutely fine for a man to cry for someone who takes you more important than their life.

Another thing I realized was that not everyone deserves a second chance. I thanked my wife for giving a thought that I deserved it one more time.

The supper was delicious more than ever.

For Three Word Wednesday

P.S. - Extra marital affairs maybe a fun, but ultimately they ruin.

Cacophonous

Artificial feelings,

Tailor made emotions,

Cacophonous world.

For Haiku Heights # 213

Origami

Folded red heart,

Under her bare feet,

Seeking merciful acceptance.

For Haiku Heights # 212

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Sandcastles

Have you noticed a child making the sandcastles? Ever? There is nothing between him and the play. The sand and his hands are all that he is careful about. He makes the castles as if he is going to live in there for eternity. Yet at the end of the day, when his father calls him, he leaves everything halfway or better destroy everything with the same hands that build them, and goes back to his father. With no regrets, no attachments to his treasured castles.

I want to live like that. I want to spend my life in such a way that though I may tend to do the things or make the relationships which seem to last longer than life yet when the death comes to hug me and to take me to my father Lord, I leave everything behind with no regrets, with no attachments whatsoever. I want no one to remember me after I leave this earth plane. Neither for good nor for bad.

Leaving your mark behind is what everyone is so conscious about. But what for? The one who leaves, has no connection with the mortal world. So why be so desperate for leaving your mark behind? I maybe making a mistake but that's what human life is all about. To make mistakes. To learn from them. To live for only yourself.

And perhaps in the process, somehow, I hurt the people around me - by not getting attached to them so much.

For Three Word Wednesday