Confession

My fiction is an inspiration,

From pleasure and perspiration,

Some tears and exultation,

But it is only an imagination.

I swear by the limitation,

Of my mind, its interpretation,

Of every lovely creation.

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Inspired by Trifecta Writing Challenge

This week it says – ‘This weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word confession.  You’re free to write non-fiction or fiction or to blur the lines in between.  We just encourage you to get creative and give us your best.’

This piece is almost a non-fiction. All the moods and their exaggerations, that I try to capture through my writing, inspired by a complex called our world, almost dazzle me sometimes. I, for one, thankfully, have met very beautiful individuals – those who have mattered to me, even once. Write this as a confession and a wish that may they have a great life 🙂

Like they say, Wishes have a power too !

 

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That Other..

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‘I write when I feel alright’ – she said, smiling and answering a question, at her book launch.

But the color of her face, the inflection in the voice, told a different story. I had known her for long. Although today, it didn’t make much sense to lay those claims, as I sat in the audience, clapping fervently along with the others.

She had breached into my mind, many-a-times, rummaging through the compartments – that I had so carefully segregated. But there were the ones which were confined to the sanctum. I would be scared as I would hear her footsteps closing in. She was sly as a fox and compassionate as a saint – leaving me defenseless.

I tried to do that so many times myself. Emotions ensconced in reason, so that I could know. Her mind was a sanctum sanctorum. Where I parked things in pockets, she had a fortified mansion. She lived so much for every other that they drained her of herself. I was joining the league, I thought.

After a lot of struggle, I would give up. Feel her flow-in like a surge of a wave, when I would still be knocking at her door.

She got up to leave, and I sighed – ‘Maybe another 5 minutes..?’

My friend who accompanied me – started discussing her thoughts and her likings, very animatedly. And I thought to myself – ‘Oh! Really?’. I guess I would not know, or maybe it’s been a while! She must be in the pink of her health 🙂

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Inspired By Picture it and Write and Trifecta Writing Challenge

Dream Weaver

‘Dreaming of words – their feel without sight.  He lived a dream and weaved together many shattered hopes’ – she closed the book. I closed my eyes, wishing to dream, a dream like Braille did.

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Inspired by Trifecta Writing Challenge

This weekend the challenge is asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist

Spark

His advent in my life, was lucky for me. Had ‘known’ him for a few days, and it was as if my life was on a roll.

I sat like a Cheshire cat, basking in his wide-eyed appreciation of my presence. Stealing some furtive glances of the very elegant him, I was severely conscious of myself and my paraphernalia – it was after all our first formal meeting.

I remember his shyness, as he would look away every time, we would get into a conversation – his lowered eyes, resting occasionally on me – which at other times, were fixed on me.

 I remember the flutter in my heart, the slight shiver of hands,  that I smarted with concealing gestures. I wanted this man.

I remember getting up from the table, noticing a goddess of beauty, sitting near our table. His devoted attention despite such distraction –Oh! I loved this man.

Love! What a feeling… We kept in touch.

I was later told of his being squint-eyed. A quick revisit to the scene and the stars in my eyes were the stones that were hurting!

But like they say, you do grow up (and out) with time!

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Inspired by Trifecta Writing Challenge