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via Daily Prompt: Distant

It is a wonder how our lives transform every waking day. The changes are obstructed from our sight and senses.This is a very powerful word and could mean the world to a receptive soul or mean nothing to a carefree spirit. When we walk in the realms of life, its prismatic views and images, we are confronted with a myriad of emotions. Some of these leave an indelible mark, forever etch themselves on our souls.

It is like you leaped into the sea and got so carried over with feverish strokes that you had no time to ponder how far you are from the shore. Only when you pause for breath in between, you realise that the shore is so far away. And you get that sinking feeling. You wonder if you could make it back to the shore with the same rhythm and energy. No, you cannot. You do swim back, full of lethargy and the loss you have been feeling. You return back to a different stretch of the shore and lie down heaving heavily, gasping for breath.

Now, imagine a relationship where you have swum with similar ease and dexterity. You are so much engrossed in going deeper each day that you don’t realise how the crutch has disabled you from walking on your own. Very soon, as the crutch is removed, you feel distant¬†and this word hits you in all magnanimity.

And as you struggle each day to stand on your own, this word becomes so much a part of your system that you inadvertently derive infinite strength from it. This word becomes your elixir and you like a phoenix, emerge from the debris, scarred, renewed…….’distant’.



via Daily Prompt: Imaginary


She had known this all the while,

and wonder never ceased to be,

At how much pleasure

Could be derived

Only through the ‘Imaginary’.


There were footprints she had treasured,

Waves she had surmounted,

To chase the horizon,

Glorified and beckoning………..


And the wonder never ceased to be……..

Just how much pleasure

Could be derived

Only with the ‘Imaginary’


In the recesses of her mind,

In the birdhouses and holes in trees,

She has dwelt among the chirpings,

And flapped wings with

The sky’s travellers….


Yet, her wonder never ceases to be………..

Just how much pleasure

She can always derive,

By falling in love, everyday,

With the ‘Imaginary’


At times….

So at times, When the world wasn’t enough….. She flew among the birds in the sky And looked down upon the canopies Wondering why….. It took so long, To only spread her arms, Flap her wings And touch the sky……….    

Just wondering…..

And thus the terrain, enchanted and bewitched……..ended.

She has walked for miles, barefoot, on the hard, wobbly gravel and never felt a pinch of the hurt.

But as the terrain withdraws into a butter-silk meandering path lined by lusty green foliage, every step hurts………

Such is the life we live. When the road ahead is stormy and beset with dire obstacles, a sudden gust of riveting energy enthuses from every pore and fills every molecule. This boundless wave can swing around the deadliest whirlpool and help you swim to the safe shore. But when the storm settles, even a tiny gust  of dirt-storm can drop you face down with a thump.

Do we?

Did the Sun get to know? When the Sunflower turned away Even when It continued to brighten up Every alley, every day……..   Did the wind get to know, When the resilient tree stood still Even when It blew mighty strong Through every forest, every … Continue reading Do we?