A MARRIAGE FOR A LIFETIME

He often saw his life's journey reflecting in her eyes, afterall 
they stayed blissfully married since sixty years.

Their lives were so entwined that we cannot tell apart one from the other, the beauty of love it surely is.

But one day he woke up to her lifeless body,serene, content as if she wrapped up all her beautiful memories to step into another world. 

He maintained poise throughout her funeral and kissed his wife goodbye with a smile without any hint of tears,some feared if he was on the verge of losing his sanity.

The next day he woke up to a wintry morning, he was ready with two steaming mugs of coffee and settled down in one of the cane chairs, only to find the other one empty.

This post is for five sentence fiction marriage prompt.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

They say I'm old
I need not be told;
that life is all about compromises,
It seldom surrenders to promises.

I try to contemplate...
Why is it not us who detour our fate?
To be or not to be,
To say or not to say,
To do or not to do..

They say, everything comes with a price,
You got to win the game being nice.
I ask, what about love and sacrifice?
They smirk, "oh! you need to think twice,
they are one of the many vices...."

I begin to believe these pale, warm creatures.
They fascinate me,these beseechers.

Their minds tangled in a million wires,
Their bodies vouching never to tire,
Their fingers dancing to the luminous screens,
Their marathon run to the undying routine.

I'm drawn to them,
to become one of them.
My body being entrapped,
My soul and existence sapped.

Lost for eternity in this mayhem,
It's too late to blame them..

THE MASK

When was the last time you smiled?
I stay frozen thinking for a while..

You have donned the mask

Alas! It is an uphill task

You warmly welcomed the shutterbugs
Deep inside wary of the heart tugs

Shying away from emotions
You refuse to pledge your devotion

You pretend ignorance and innocence
But what you thrive on is reminiscence

Dare you run to the worst 
You got to live again and trust

Life's woes aren't too much to cope
It's time you discovered a miracle called hope

STARTLED

She was excited to return home after six months,her company finally made it big.she longed to rush into her fiancés arms and make up for the lost time. she hugged him tightly only to find his arms firmly by his sides.he began awkwardly,"I'm  kind of seeing ... someone".after what seemed like an eternity, he told with certainty""Its over".her thoughts went back to the day when she received a lukewarm response from him on deciding to go ahead with her work and postpone the wedding.she wished she knew  then what she knew now.it was too late.
This post is for Write tribe 100 words on saturday prompt

INNOCENCE

She is nineteen, he is twenty six and their paths are diverging.
He is about to leave the town on the lookout for a job.
Tears brimming in her eyes, she goes to meet him one last time.
He cuddles her and says," don't get all mushy, afterall it was just a fling".
Moving away from his embrace, she slowly mumbles,"I thought it was love".
This post is for five sentence fiction innocence prompt

PUZZLED BY PASSWORDS

My first password? That  forces me  to time travel six years backwards.those were the days, when I was beaming with pride of finally getting into a medical college.but my intelligence only helped me crack a med entrance, my knowledge of the web was lurking between negative and zero.I had no intention of surfing partly because the mobile I carried was  the so called dabba mobile which I bought for fear of a costlier one being stolen in my initial hostel days.then came second year, orkut was such a rage then, but being the bookworm that I was these social platforms couldn't waver my attention the least.but I had this friend who believed in living king size and was fascinated with all the latest gadgets, she was  a social bee.my competitive instincts took over me, I decided its high time I have a mail.I considered myself a pro at english and thought mailing is a  nice thing to start with.I had to set my pride  aside and ask for help.I remember how awkward it was with me typing the user name with my right index finger bearing the brunt of the force of my thoughts. When you are not  a pro at typing fast , all you can do is type each letter looking at the keyboard as  if your  whole life depends on it.My friend was giving me a wicked smile,her eyes questioning how longer do you need.before I sought for my friend's help I was seriously contemplating what my password needs to be.a dozen thoughts were running through my brain.maybe my birthday, no that would be too easy, mine or my parent's names, that is boring, maybe a strange code of numbers, a nice quote, or a character which I liked from the umpteen number of books I  read.but what finally got the better of me was a crush I liked at college, I weaved a password out of our names, and I absolutely loved it.I was satisfied with my creation. It was easy to pronounce, remember and it was only mine for keeps.I still remember my fingers shaking  while typing the password.no, not due to the excitement but I was thoroughly worried that she might realise what my password was, courtesy my poor speed.it was finally a relief, sigh.so , that was my first password story.according to me, a little adventure.ironically, in later days, I began  to have a love hate feeling for that crush.yet I retained my password. I now hold  a few mail ids , you can see me on social platforms, but my first password still gets the royalty of securing one  of them.first love never dies.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative forIndian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

A RAY OF HOPE

Striving to write in the dark, a flurry of thoughts and a sea of emotions fail to hold  base.maybe its time to let my thoughts escape the hard cranium of my head.its been ages since I let out  my butterfly wings do their dazzling dance in the air.its been a while , when have I  last adsorbed the soft sun rays glistening on my neck?when have i last smelled the dewdrops to eternity?when have i last dreamt of the blue river? I have lost count of the number of days spent trying to create the so called secure me.the rat race eventually wears everyone out.the run to fame , money is exhilarating and tedious.blessed are those who still make time, time that is irreplaceable, time with dear ones, time to bask in the morning sunshine, time to wake up your loved one with a kiss, time to breathe in the fresh air of the morning blended with the aroma of strong coffee, to be able to greet your colleagues with a wholehearted smile, not a frown,time to text a message to the one who waits at home, time to appreciate the good deeds of others, time to dance in the rain, time to scream your lungs out, time to finish your handpicked novel in a week, time to capture the twinkle in your kid's eyes,time to sleep peacefully entwined in each other's arms before the wicked alarm makes its presence known.make time, theres always time, its only a matter of what falls first in your priority.its time to let birthdays at 60 be the same as 16, its time to let saturday weekends be all the fun they promised to be.its time to stop fearing what others think and let your heart rule the roost.its time to free that little mischievous thing in you, let your hair loose and the world is all yours.let your heart rule your mind, follow the path and you are in for a revelation.maybe my thoughts are a little too far stretched in today's world, yet definitely not utopian.its time to let happiness take over other things.its time we stopped dancing to the whims of the world. Life is  not a line moving on ifs and buts.Life is not a mirage.dwell deeper into it in pursuit of happiness and there lies the oasis which always escaped your eyes.
This post is for Write tribe Wednesday prompt

KAPUT

She was partying hard at a local pub.she deserved it after
five days of backbreaking job at her office.
The vodka was burning her throat, yet she could still feel the quivering of her lips.she faked a headache, she rushed home.her mother was surprised when she came too early.she ran to the loo, her eyeliner running down her eyes.her mother was concerned, she asked"are you fine".
.she realised she could no longer hide the truth.it was an year since she lost her  husband in a freak accident.she never knew moving on would be so hard.
This post is for Write tribe 100 words on saturday

MY MOM DEAREST

She gave me her flesh and blood infused with hopes and dreams for me.
She toiled away day and night to nurture the growing me.
She wept away tears of joy when she finally saw the doctor she envisioned in me.
She hid away her unsung stories in the creases of her palm.
Wherever I go, the dream run continues, if not for my dear  Mom!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

BLISS

She gives me an alluring smile
The wide gap in her teeth betraying my eyes

She caresses me with those silken hands
Those delicate creases giving away her untold woes

She  kisses me as lightly as she can
for she fears bruising  my cheek

She  ruffles my unkempt hair
making me only want more

She cuddles upto me and hugs me
The warmth of her soothing me

She is there for me anytime never giving a miss
All she wanted for me was life abundant  in bliss

Wish I stay cocooned in this web of love forever
As i owe this life to you, my dear mother...

WILTED

Pulling together the strings of my thoughts
Can't undo the twisted knots

Memories too strong to fade away
can't help the dreams withering away

Moving on is what I fear
When everything else is so unclear

You left me on a lonely path
Frozen I am to face the wreck and wrath

Your silence kills what is left of me
Refusing to remember the happy we

To erase you is what I can't fathom
Without you my life hits rock bottom

my happiness was what you counted on
But it is you my world thrives on...