Is the wait too long? – Christmas special

[Why am I not writing? I asked this question to myself often over the last month or so. I still have no idea, I really don’t. But then, inspiration struck today (yay!) and I went back to my old friend senryu. Merry Christmas y’all!]

Decorating-Christmas-Tree-with-Colorful-Lights

Courtesy – Google

Forlorn, unhappy miserable

In the room of happiness

In the room of happiness

The celebrations loud

No one hears the muffled sobs

No one hears the muffled sobs

Or so he thinks

For there is still hope

For there is still hope

In the form of

The little girl with pink bows

The little girl with pink bows

Comes up and touches his browning greens

Her eyes cloud with emotion

 

Her eyes cloud with emotion

“I’ll take you home”, says she

No tree will be unhappy this Christmas

 

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This Story Has 3 Sides

(Written for Weekly Writing Challenge : This week’s challenge is to tell the same story from two or more unique perspectives in whichever format you want)

 

The scene: Stark hospital room with a female patient.

In a white bed I lie

Revisiting old memories, happy & sad

Clock ticks as life ebbs

Clock ticks as life ebbs

I smile as the end seems near now

A beckoning arises from the beyond

Woman – The one with all the time, all the enthusiasm but no energy.

 —

The scene: Stark hospital room with a female patient, her husband holding her hand.

They say time heals

But it only deepens the sorrow

My love fades before my eyes

My love fades before my eyes

She smiles to suggest she is ok

My eyes smile back as the heart cries

Husband – The one with all the energy, all the time, but no enthusiasm.

 —

The scene: Stark hospital room with a female patient, her husband holding her hand as the doctor hurries to check the patient’s reports.

I rush past my duties

Mechanically, emotionlessly

Need to catch the matinee show

Need to catch the matinee show

Apart from the drama unfolding in the room

This job defies emotional indulgence

Doctor – The one with all the enthusiasm, all the energy but no time.

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To Do Or Not To Do

Photograph by Kellie Elmore

Photograph by Kellie Elmore

(Written for Free Write Friday)

A good day today

With the sun shining yellow

A resplendent bride

 

A resplendent bride

Eyes sparkling bright

Frown lines on forehead

 

Frown lines on forehead

Hidden beneath the raven crowning glory

Thoughtful smile

 

Thoughtful smile

Running shoes in place of jewelled sandals

Just in case

(Completely fiction this one- creative liberties taken here. Kellie – I wish your friend a lifetime of happiness!)

The Old Man by the Window

(Written for Daily Prompt)

window

Bent back

Unshaven cheeks

Baseball cap on

Baseball cap on

Wispy white hair

Old man by the window

Old man by the window

Coffee gone cold

On a Sunday morning

On a Sunday morning

Lonely bearing

Brimming eyes

Brimming eyes

Vacant to happenings around

Troubled mind

As I sat composing this senryu, I wondered what this old man’s story was. Maybe his wife had died, or his son had forgotten him, or a close friend had deserted him. I searched for some meaning in his unfocused eyes. The waiter, noticing how I was trying so hard to read the old man, settled the doubts in my mind.

“The chap’s just zoned out ma’am. It’s the same every weekend.”

No story there then.

The Dancer

Twirl like the whooshing wind

Dance like there is no tomorrow

Move and be moved

Photograph by Rishal Bhide

Photograph by Rishal Bhide

A cool winter day. Loud music blaring from the speakers. Half a dozen dancers dancing to some traditional Rajasthani folk songs as the crowds cheer them on.

In the midst of that frenzy-driven combination of movement and passion, there comes a moment of quiet. When the dancer pauses for a split second while the world around her still moves.