Showing posts with label Flash Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash Fiction. Show all posts

The Present

 

He gifted her an expensive diary to pendown emotions but gave nothing pleasant to write about.

കര തിരയോട്

നിനക്ക് ഏറ്റവും പേടി എന്തിനോടാണ്, മരണത്തെയാണോ?

എനിക്ക് ഭയം അപൂർണമാം പ്രണയത്തെ ആണ്

Late (flash fiction)



He held a rose and knelt before her - for the first time. She couldn't but see from inside her tomb. 

Limit of freedom

So to say the water is independent for it can take any shape . But the  truth is it mostly take the shape of what holds it. So its freedom is limited. Nor can it flow upwards. 


Comeback time

When i decided that enough was enough, you tried to sush me with verbal torture.

I was silent not because i was scared. I was watching the fear engulfing in your eyes. 

I

I sink to the depth of sorrow as The silence overflow from the void of thy heart... 

Bitter truth

1. Celebration
Threw a party to celebrate. Forgot to invite joy.

The shoulder
Always around but disappears when looked for.

Louder please !

To be heard, you have to be loud. Social media is a good amplifier. 

To hear and to be heard


Celebrating the first anniversary of my need and constant nagging to visit an ENT specialist. Starting to wonder if it's me or my husband who has a problem with the ear.

Paranoia


Waiting for the winding time to dissolve into tender waves of dreams, tired body begging the eyes to just shut the window to void as the mind longs to escape from the tangled web of imagination.
The beckoning of unfulfilled wishes and the awareness of hopelessness settling down to the bottom of the dynamic thoughts.
The soul begs for help as the scream from the heart is hushed by the silence that surrounds. 

unwanted



He chose the depth of the sea and 3 days later, rejected, waves returned him to the shore.  

Wind

Wind wanted to have some fun. 
He started chasing the sun. 
A day later,  he was where he had begun.

Destiny Or Fate

She would have become a doctor.  The father decided that he needed no daughter.  


First Love letter

He wrote down his first love letter on her grave.  Fate smirked at him. 

River

The river rushed to the sea to narrate the story of the mountains and lost herself in it. 

Tree

The tree had grown half her way to the Sun when the tiny two legged creatures took her life.

Image courtesy: Google images.
(Used a random image to work with my lines) 

Farmer

The farmer hung himself and passed down his 12 year old all his belongings - debts and bills to pay.  

  

Paper

Victim of the act, live the rest of my life with what was done to me. 
Yet the world praise the pen for the scars it made on me  -  paper