And she stood-

And she stood-

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She fought with the masters,
And fought with the kings;
Fought with the lords and
Their pride- at their feet.

She stomped at the market,
And yelled at their heels;
She cried till the cock’s crowing-
Silenced her will.

She planted her feet In-
The soil of the land;
Pretended the taunts and
Their jeers didn’t impact.

She spoke for her daughter,
And fought for her right;
Dressed up like a woman-
She silenced the man,

She stood with dignity,
Addressing the mass;
A woman, a mother-
And she won her right.

Image is courtesy of UgoTreasure

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In Solitude-

In Solitude-

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And when she couldn’t take it-
She sat with the mountains,
And swayed with the tree leaves;
She rocked with waves as,
They came crashing wildly.

And when in need of beauty-
She looked to the birds with
 Their wings, rising- retracting
She gazed at the stars forming,
Gems in the skyline.

And when the world confused her-
She listened intently,
To sounds made at moonlight;
She looked to the lambs,
Seeking solitude from humans.

And when the sun rises-
She looks to the daisies
Inhaling from the petals;
Choosing to see the beauty,
ignoring errs of humans.

And when she still can’t take it-
She sits with the mountains,
Fixing her gaze skyward.

Image courtesy of FAVIM

Flash Fiction: Blackouts Finale

Flash Fiction: Blackouts Finale

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          “I have to do this.”
           “Are you sure?”

Allison nodded and Richard Blake let her be. It was the last day of a nerve wrecking two weeks trial. Allison walked forward, knelt down and mouthed the words “thank you”. A tear trickled down her cheeks onto the cemented slab.

Anna Michaelson (1984-2015) was imprinted in stone. Allison wondered how a person, who didn’t know her, never even met her, could give her life up for her. She had read of guardian angels and fairy god mothers in fantasies, now, she knew it was actually a reality. They are real and Anna is hers.

Anna kept her promise to Richard. The evidence she gave him were enough to put H in jail for life. Allison’s cheeks dampened as she recalled how Richard together with Anna’s evidence made her case. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing Anna died for her. Sure there was no evidence to indicate foul play, but Allison knew in the depth of her heart, Anna’s drowning was no accident.

“It’s almost time”, Richard whispered, placing a hand on his daughter’s shoulder.
So what’s next?” He asked, as they made their way out of the cemetery.
“For a start, to get as far away from this town”, Allison declared.

“Still wary about me?” Richard questioned after a pause. Her silence tugged at him but then he noticed the way her lips curved upward. Not one to accept defeat, he continued,
                  “I love you too.”
Sorry?” Allison questioned, one brow raised with a confused expression on her face.
Well, it’s just… you can love someone even though you don’t trust them. That is part of true love , loving someone even though you don’t trust them.
            Allison laughed… “Let’s go nail this trial!


Its been a long run, 16 weeks to be precise but it’s about time for Blackouts to come to an end. I want to say a big THANK YOU to Priceless Joy for hosting this flash fiction challenge and also to everyone who read and liked and commented and most importantly, criticized. Only so much details can be put into a flash fiction piece, but I hope this kinda wraps it up. Let’s see if I can join the pieces together into a more compact story with developed characters. But for now, looking forward to next week’s non-serial flash fiction. Here’s a link to the other Blackout Series.    THANK YOU!

One winter night…

One winter night…

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Out of the corners of
My eyes, I saw one
Starry winter night;
A boy with febrile hands
Outstretched, in search of
Warmth from winter’s harm.

And droplets glistened
Down my cheek;
My insides roaring
From within;
To see him shaking
At his knees;
In search of warmth
From winter’s wind.

The overcoat I
Wrapped him in,
Provided warmth for
Him till spring.
But oh the warmth in
Me he sprung,
Will last me till
Eternity.

A quote, A day (3)

A quote, A day (3)

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Somewhere out there is something better,
And that something is worth fighting for.
-One Tree Hill

And ooh, the last day of the 3 day quote is here. As always, I had a variety of quotes to chose from but the above quote sticks for me this time. And to anyone who I struggling with the ever present darkness, I hope you remember that somewhere out there, is something worth fighting for. ❤


I was nominated by the wonderful Amrit who blogs at Élan Vital to participate in the 3 quotes for 3 quotes challenge. I think it’s an awesome challenge to enlighten our followers on our favorite quotes and I really appreciate the nominations.

Here are the RULES:
1. Post 3 of your favorite quotes each per day for 3 recurrent days. The quotes can be of any other people or it may come straight from your own heart.

2. Nominate 3 bloggers with each post to challenge them.

3. Don’t forget to utter a thankful word to the person who nominated you.

I NOMINATE:
Mandibelle
Soulmate
The strange Her

A quote, A day (2)

A quote, A day (2)

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Sometimes,
The strength within you,
is not a big fiery flame
For all to see.
It is just a tiny spark
That whispers,
Every so softly.
“You got this. Keep going.”
-Unknown Author

I wish I could find the person who penned this wonderful and inspiring words. But alas, try as much as I can with my little internet skills, I couldn’t find anywhere, the author of this quote. Nonetheless, I want to say thank you to “the author”, you have no idea how many times this quote has uplifted me.


I was nominated by the wonderful Amrit who blogs at Élan Vital to participate in the 3 quotes for 3 quotes challenge. I think it’s an awesome challenge to enlighten our followers on our favorite quotes and I really appreciate the nominations.

Here are the RULES:
1. Post 3 of your favorite quotes each per day for 3 recurrent days. The quotes can be of any other people or it may come straight from your own heart.

2. Nominate 3 bloggers with each post to challenge them.

3. Don’t forget to utter a thankful word to the person who nominated you.

I NOMINATE:
Izza Ifzaal
Georgette Anne
Aakansha

A quote, A day (1): Demi Lovato

A quote, A day (1): Demi Lovato

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I don’t think I’m fixed.
People think that you’re like-
a car in a body shop;
you go in, they fix you and you’re out,
and you work like you’re brand new.
It doesn’t work like that,
you know?
It takes constant fixing.
          -Demi Lovato.

This is one of those quotes that resonated with me the first time I read it. I can go so far to say- this quote means a lot to me. Isn’t this the reality? How many times have we gone through struggles in life and hear people tell us to “just get over it”.  How many times have we had relatives, loved ones, family members pass away and we meet people who expect us to be “fine” after a couple of days or weeks; and sometimes, we fall to the crime of being the expectants.

It’s like, we believe that once the bandage’s been pulled out, that’s it- the pain is all gone and everything’s alright again. The truth is, that’s not the way life works. It takes time and constant fixing. So, the bandage is gone now and the ulcer is probably healed, but the scar- that scar is still going to remain. And whenever we rub the formerly smooth skin, we feel the scar and the memories will come gushing out. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt like it did the first time, but the hurt is still there. It’s going to take time. It’s going to take constant reminders that everything’s going to be okay before it really becomes “okay”. We don’t get fixed in one day, nah… We are not some car?! It takes constant fixing.


I was nominated by the wonderful Amrit who blogs at Élan Vital to participate in the 3 quotes for 3 quotes challenge. I think it’s an awesome challenge to enlighten our followers on our favorite quotes and I really appreciate the nominations.

Here are the RULES:
1. Post 3 of your favorite quotes each per day for 3 recurrent days. The quotes can be of any other people or it may come straight from your own heart.

2. Nominate 3 bloggers with each post to challenge them.

3. Don’t forget to utter a thankful word to the person who nominated you.

I NOMINATE:
Joy Roses
Sweety Kannoth
Lucky Jc

Flash Fiction: Blackouts (15)

Flash Fiction: Blackouts (15)

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 He was a golden brown marian breed with long black mane. A white patch ran across the medial section of his face, making him stand out among the other horses.

“His name’s Spirit”, Anna said as she noticed Richard’s gaze fixated on her horse. Richard turned to face a smallish young lady standing at many feet below him. He noticed her oval face and blond hair cut into a shoulder length bob. She had sky-blue eyes which was enhanced by a winged eyeliner.

Richard shied his gaze away lest she caught him staring and Anna got down to bussiness. She narrated in a matter of fact manner, her ordeal with H, how she escaped and her belief that Richard’s daughter, was H’s present target. She explained to Richard the scene she met at H’s place and the implicating details on his computer.

“I’ll get them to you tomorrow”, Anna promised. She led Richard to his car, parked at the pavement of the stable’s lake. Unknown to either, a pair of eyes at the lake had seen them.


Word count: 177. This post is in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me right from the 1st part and welcome to all new readers :). P.S- there is no “Marian” horse breed (i made that up 🙈). You can find all the previous parts of Blackouts: HERE A little tip, Part 9 may or may not be intertwined with this 🙂 

Beautifully Scarred-

Beautifully Scarred-

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We’ve all got our battles,
Our now fading scars;
We’ve all got reminders,
Of a trip through hell and back.

It’s a trophy map plastered,
On the heart for none to see;
Showing scars of various sizes,
All the demons- their defeat.

And she strode, and she fought
And she fell, still got up;
And the battles, wore her out;
But give up, she did not.

We’ve all got our battles,
Our now fading scars;
Which remind us of journeys-
And the strength within, we got.

Letting go…

Letting go…

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Let it go, they said. Like it’s just some patch on the sleeves of a shirt which would come off after a date with the detergent. But they were wrong, once again. They said we wouldn’t last, we did. They said, our meeting was a glitch in time but it wasn’t, was it? you had planed it all- the accident, the friendship, it was all a game to you. A game I fell in deeply and blindly for. A game that played me rather than the other way round. And here they are again, urging me to just let it go. But how can I? You broke my heart more than anyone could, you toyed with my soul like a kid in the zoo, but still I can’t let you go. And they wouldn’t understand… Nah, they wouldn’t get it even if their lives depended on it.

How do I explain to them that the girl who destroyed me was the same one who watched me at night bleed through my wrist but smiled and gave me a hug saying, I’ll still be with ya tomorrow.
How do I tell that the girl who betrayed my trust was the only one who visited me day after day when I was entered into the facility; that she was the one who boosted my courage and gave me the strength to face life and chase it with a different face and perception.

Yes she broke me, but she also taught me the way to build myself back up. The old me would have crumpled up after the betrayal, but the new me, she’s wading through the storms, slowly, steadily. How do I let go of someone who meant so much to me at some point in my life. I guess, life isn’t a straight line as we are taught, it’s filled with lots of curves and corners. Time heals everything they say, let’s see if they are right this time because even though the wounds are all scarred up, it still burns like it was just yesterday.