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Waves #writephoto

Photo prompt by Sue:
Most of the nights I lay awake in my bed
Too drained to think or feel
My eyes stinging with unshed tears
My heart crippled by a storm of fears
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If Only I had wings #writephoto

This Photo prompt by Sue made me dig out my old dairy. The photo resonated with my second attempt at writing poems. The piece that I’m sharing today was composed back in 2008! That’s a decade ago..wow!
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Shadows #writephoto

Such an intriguing Photo prompt. Thanks, Sue this one really pushed me to write out of my comfort zone. This is my first ever attempt at writing a horror/thriller story. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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Sands of Time #writephoto

I’m participating in Sue‘s Photo prompt after such a long time. It feels good to get back to blogging after a long break. So here’s my piece. Enjoy it guys! 🙂
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Ahalya #writephoto

“Ahalya…Ahalya…!! Ahalyaa…”

She heard him calling her from far off, barely audible. Finally, someone had come looking for her. She was afraid she would probably die here, trapped! But he came…as promised.

She had shut off the world for a long time now. It was time to wake up. She could finally set her eyes on him. He had no idea how long she had waited for him…and just how desperately. She tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by something. The effort it took to open them nearly exhausted her. But there he was, right in front of her. Continue reading Ahalya #writephoto

Into the Woods #writephoto

Yet another beautiful Photo Prompt posted by Sue Vincent. To be frank this photo made me miss trekking and all those camping trips that I had. It has inspired to me really think about shifting my schedule to make trekking possible again. But that’s not what I have written about… Continue reading Into the Woods #writephoto

Through the Window Pane #writephoto

Such a beautiful Photo Prompt posted by Sue Vincent. Here’s what it inspired me to write: a slightly vintage poem!
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Scattered memories #writephoto

“That’s a rabbit! Can you see it Uncle Sam?” chimed Jenny.
“No. Where is it?”
“There right there in front of you, hahahaha…look” she tugged at his face with her small hands, guiding it to a spot on the ceiling.
She and Uncle Sam were lying on the dinning room floor engaged in their favourite pass time – tracing shapes and stories formed on the ceiling by the chandelier.

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Drifting Clouds..#writephoto

via Thursday Photo Prompt: Wisp #writephoto
Here I am writing yet another Photo Prompt posted by Sue Vincent. I missed the last two, hence really hurrying into this one! Don’t want to miss out on it again. Sharing with you guys one of my most favourite poems. Hope you enjoy it! 🙂
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Nightmares #writephoto

“Who is it? Who’s there? John is it you?” Denise got up from the bed, wrapping a bed-sheet around her she slowly crept down the stairs. The house was quiet except for that nagging sound.
“John..honey?” On most of the nights she slept very soundly, but today even the softest of the breeze was waking her up. But this noise…like churning of old rusted iron blades, like a giant windmill…ccrrrr…cccrrrr ccrrr…It was driving her nuts!
What could it be? The ceiling fan in the kid’s bedroom was making a strange sound for the last few days but the kids were sleeping in the smaller bedroom tonight. Who had turned it on then? The slow rusty sound was making her skin crawl.
As she walked down the hallway, she tried to calm herself. Steve, her youngest, was not happy about having to sleep in a different bed. Maybe he came down to sleep here. There was no need to get angry on that poor little soul.
She could see the TV in the living room, John must have slept on the sofa with the TV on. She let her head rest on the door, steadying herself. She was sure Steve would not have came down alone, he would have dragged Jane with him too. Breathing deeply, she pushed open the door…
“AAA AAAAAAA NO…No..Oh god!! Johnn…Noooo”
“What happened. Danny.. are you alright? Danny What’s wrong?”, John shouted as he came running down the hallway.
“AAhh..the kids…John the kids…the fan….it fell…..blood everywhere…..the kids……John save them!! OUR KIDS JOHN!”
He looked in the darkroom and then down at his wife who lay withering in pain. His knees gave way and he too collapsed beside her…the pain too much to bear. Not tonight.
“Ssh…It’s ok..” He took her in his arms as he tried to pacify her, patting her back. “It’s ok..don’t worry!”
“No John…how can YOU not worry! Our kids John…The fan..it fell! Noo..Please..”
“Danny it’s okay. It was a dream…Shh..’
“Noo… I saw..but..how..the kids..blood…Where’s Stevie and Jane?” Denise got up and staggered into dark the room, looking around. “Stevie…Janey..sweeties where are you? Are you hurt?” She bent down to look under the bed.
“Danny…please don’t do this…please. It was just a dream”
“The kids John..where are they!” She shouted back, facing him, tears running down her wrinkled face.
Speechless he just stared at her. How was he to explain all this to her? How was he supposed to go through this again, as if that one time was not enough!
He had thought that the Alzheimer’s would have wiped clean the memories. Was he not relieved when she was diagnosed with the Alzheimer’s disease? Wasn’t he happy for finally, she would forget that fateful night?
But even after 40 years and after losing most of her memories, these dreams kept haunting her, keeping those painful events still alive. And every time she dreamt, she lived through the nightmare of finding their kids dead…all over again!


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