She was beauty-

She tried to find the beauty,
People claim, in her they see;
That light which brightens hearts,
And set some souls ablaze;
She stared at her reflection,
With every waking dawn;
And spent the day dejected,
Cause the light, she never saw;
But the beauty was embedded,
In the window of her teeth;
In the way high voice rose high,
When she fluttered at her speech;
In the tightening of her lips,
When she hears of injustice;
In the widening of her eyes,
At the sound of Poetry;
She tried to find the beauty,
People claim in her they see-
In her soul, it was embedded
In every cell of her being.

The above image is courtesy of Breaking the silence

Pretty-

All that you are,
Isn’t reflected in the mirror;
And the face looking back,
Is but a twinkle of a star;
The scales that you mount,
They measure lipos and calories;
But the worth of your heart,
Can’t be measured and priced.

When your clavicle pokes up,
Passers-by call you pretty;
So you run extra kilometers,
Spending hours in the gymnasium;
You eat at the brink of starvation,
Feeling dizzy and lightheaded;
But my God, you think it is worth it
Passers-by would call you pretty.

All that you are girl,
Can’t be reflected in the mirror;
It shows you face worth,
Not the reality your soul captures;
And the words passersby throw,
Is but a drop in the ocean;
So you say it ain’t so,
I’m always pretty regardless

The above image is courtesy of Visualize.com

Of her mind-

She had the most beautiful mind,
A galaxy of infinite stars
In the form of thoughts-
Swirling around,
In her brain’s sulci and gyri-
I wonder,
I just wonder
How one creation could hold
So much genuine-
Creativity
Passion
Intensity
With profound humility.

And she’d smile, bashful
Waving off compliment;
Lower her gaze hiding,
Those caramel eyes- behind
geeky glasses.
And I wish,
Oh I wish,
She could see the view
From where I stand.
She watches the universe
Admiring it’s beauty-
Fade to black
Grow into light
Day and night;
But she,
She holds the most beautiful
Universe-
In that mind of hers.

image credit: the HealthyPlace

Flash Fiction: quick to judge

Princess, that’s what they called her. It didn’t take more than a glance to figure out how the name came about. She walked with the elegance of a Victoria fashion model; her snow-white hair accentuated the pale tone of her skin. One could refer to her as delicate.

Dawn on the other hand, was of a caramel brown skin tone in contrast to her sister’s. Her hair was as dark as Princess’s was white. It took a second glance to notice the hazel green eyes hidden underneath long lashes. And more than a few glances to notice Dawn when Princess was in the view- a crime, of which I was guilty.

The fair was over; Princess and Dawn headed for their car when a group of children surrounded them. I was stunned to see both sisters act in the same kindly manner, grinning from cheek to cheek, gently ruffling the kids’ hair. It made me wonder if I was quick to judge. What if Dawn actually enjoyed being in the shadows…

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word count: 170. Thank God WordPress decided to bring back word count 😀 . This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you Sonya for presenting us with this week’s eye-catching picture.

Flash Fiction: The chrysalis

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing“

“Don’t nothing me”

“Alright, fine! I was watching to see when this chrysalis would open up.”

“Seriously?”, Janice laughs.

“Naah, I’m just kidding. I told you, It was nothing.”

“Alright girl, I’m going out. See you later.”

“Bye”

The sound of the door closing was a little loud for the empty house. Ally, went back to her nothing. She knew her sister, Janice, wouldn’t get it so she didn’t bother explaining.

Ally had always been fascinated by butterflies. She turned her gaze towards the hanging chrysalis and wondered when it would open for the butterfly to emerge. To see a creature as dull as a caterpillar transition into one of the most beautiful creatures was a fascination gifted to only a few. It reminded Ally that humans weren’t much different, and everyone could blossom.

Ally sighed as she realized, the cocoon of the chrysalis was the same as the previous day, no changes. Before leaving, Ally whispered in it’s direction.
          “Please don’t emerge without me”

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word count: 171. This story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. Each week, a photo is given and we’re to write a 150 (+/- 25) word story inspired by the image. Thank you so much TJ Paris for this week’s photo. Butterflies are a beauty. 

Clouds

Alone, they are a beauty;
Together-
An overwhelming force.
In patches, barely floating;
Combined-
A covalent bond.

The clouds, hover a reminder,
Of the beauty-
When two become one.
She gazes at them and wonders-
Can two hearts,
Produce an equal force.

The clouds together, ecstatic;
Two hearts- she knew not.

Day 1 of October Poetry writing month. Today’s prompt is Cloud. IMAGE CREDIT:  Morgan Dragonwillow

Life is…

Life is a battleground;
A roller coaster-
With mostly downs.
Life is a struggle-
You fight, you lose;
You battle with issues-
A secret war.
Life is a mystery,
Unravelling;
In little steps, taken-
The puzzle fits.
It takes patience,
A thick skin-
To surf through the waves
Life keeps bringing.

Life is pretty,
It’s beautiful-
In the rays of the sun,
In the mountain view;
In the dew after rain,
And the morning haze;
In the force of the moon,
And the ocean’s waves;
In the dance of the leaves,
And the chirping birds-
Is the power to heal,
After life’s heartaches.

IMAGE CREDIT

Picture perfect-

A phenomenon-
Of the twenty first century;
One of the many- innovations,
Cant wrap my head around it;
Picture perfect they say-
To certain things,
Of certain shape,
In the presence- of certain people;
A word-
Held to great esteem,
In the ears of the “perfect”;
And the rest- standing, fading
Grazed over, barely sighted
The “imperfect”-
Listening to pretty perfect
Words,
Proclaimed to others;
With none directed at them.

But oh the cliché-
“Picture perfect” they say;
If only the knew,
Is nothing but a vague word-
All letters, little meaning.

image credit

Beauty in “10”

 

        I was set a task by a wonderful fellow blogger, Prakash, to write ten sentences on “Beauty” and each consisting of six words. The moment I saw the task, I loved it because it is a beautiful gesture. It is about time for us to spread the word about what we sincerely believe beauty is (or isn’t). I was inspired by Prakash’s own ten sentences which was really beautiful, and here is mine. 

Beauty’s the smile a child makes.
            Beauty’s the sun as it awakens.
Beauty’s kindness written on a face.
            Beauty’s the ocean making it’s waves.
Beauty is nature, beauty’s all about.

Beauty isn’t measured by a scale.
             Beauty hasn’t class, make or race.
Beauty isn’t fixed to status quo.
             Beauty is in every living soul.
            And sometimes…
Beauty is just a beautiful word.

And now, to share my favorite quote on beauty. To be honest, I don’t know a lot of beauty quotes and so I had to google it. But here is the quote I most connected with:

” Pretty can turn heads, but Beauty? Beauty can change the world.
Pretty is what you are, but beauty is what you do with it.
Pretty can lift spirits, beauty makes them soar.”

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So here it is, TASK: write ten sentences on “Beauty” and each sentence is to have “six words” one of which must be “beauty” and end the post with a favorite quote on “beauty“. Also to nominate your friends to participate and spread the “virus“. As a medical student, the word “virus” is akin to “worry” but this challenge is one virus that is pleasing to me :). This time I nominate, every single one of my followers, spread the virus of what beauty REALLY means.

Here are some awesome replies to the challenge:
Prakash Hegade
Priceless Joy
Feeling Soulmate

The Maiden-

You want to hear a story-
Well, once upon a time;
There lived a dark haired maiden,
With skin a caramel brown;
Her eyes- a lighter shade of grey,
Which shone blue under light.

This maiden had a family,
Three sisters and a dad;
Her mother passed away long since,
Their father rarely around;
she had to work and strive from dawn,
To keep the chimney alight;
But with a smile she strove each day-
Her siblings could sleep at night.

Now where’s the twist in the drama?
I hear you eagerly ask;
Well here’s the interesting part,
I’d share with you at last-
This maiden worked her hats off,
Keeping her siblings alive;
Till they grew up, and schooled now too-
And married off in grand.

But live alone the maiden did,
Amidst the neighbors prying;
Ignoring words, most not too nice-
She still didn’t settle down;
Some thought that she must be insane,
To let such beauty die;
They couldn’t see that she was happy,
Living a life on her terms.

But people always need reason,
If things aren’t their way;
And Kept on forcing the maiden’s hand-
Till she admitted, she was insane;
And now when travellers wonder why,
Such beauty is not engaged;
The towners cooly answer on –
Oh, that maiden, she’s insane.

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