Poetry

Transformations.

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New times,new transformations.

Ailing body
Troubled soul
Flapping limbs
Mind,old.
Happy moments
Far and few
Rare smiles
Call to you.
Thoughts unhindered
Talks uncomplicated
Bruised spirit
Walls agitated.
Won’t move,
Golden hooves
Like an animal
Unexpected cues.
Unsolicited dances
Running free
Uncaring,
Talking to thee…

Toodles!
~A♥~

Emotions

My papa,my hero.♥

He is a legend. A man worth talking about. A man who people admire. And praise. Honest-to-God praises. He is an inspiration to everyone around him. An honest man. One who is known for stuff only found in books, nowadays. He loves like nobody’s business. And protects like a papa bear. He is sweet when you expect him to. And even when you don’t. And he treats you like you’re the most important person in the moment. He is polite. He listens. Really listens. And appreciates. He doesn’t hesitate in telling you that he’s proud of you. And he’s amazingly intelligent. An adjusting person by nature,he won’t let you down if you ever go to him for help. Ever. And he understands. He has tremendous patience for most stuff. Others?Not so much. But that’s expected. He is human, afterall. And that’s another awesome thing about him. He is human. Humanly wonderful. He hearts simplicity. No flashy shit for him. And he compromises. For his family. For his people. He is someone you would want in your life. You would want to know. And spend time with. You just got to love him. Like I do. He is a father. A very good one at that. He is a father. He is my father. He is my papa. ♥

Toodles!
~A♥~

Lists

101 happiness triggers

Note:This might feel like too much. There would be things which would weird you out.And make no sense,whatsoever.To you. But,you never know. You might realise that they are your triggers,too.Anyway…

❤The feeling of being alive
❤Chocolates
❤When the nailpaint dries perfectly on the nails
❤Holidays
❤Starting a new novel
❤Sleeping
❤When a song instantly becomes a favorite after the first listen
❤The northern lights
❤WP
❤Sweet dreams
❤The feeling of being happy
❤My bed
❤Real laughter
❤When a post feels like it was written just for me
❤When an awesome idea strikes
❤Ice water
❤A perfect shot
❤Beautiful lights
❤When things click together like puzzle pieces
❤Vacations
❤Relatable lyrics
❤Relaxing breeze
❤Winning an argument
❤When my brother and I are on the same side
❤Firecrackers
❤Cornetto
❤Making wall collages
❤Real praise
❤When mumma understands stuff I don’t say
❤Dessert
❤Pretty curtains
❤Sunshine
❤Sunset
❤Sunrise
❤Breathtaking views
❤Colorful flowers
❤Doppelgangers:Someone who looks exactly like me lives in a parallel reality
❤Rainbows
❤Shooting stars
❤Toddlers
❤Bouquets
❤The possibility that you’re smiling right now
❤Wilderness
❤When someone says no and actually mean it
❤Like-minded people
❤Opposites
❤Fluffy pillows
❤Wide stretching roads
❤Goals and dreams
❤Some have come true
❤Some are on their way
❤Brownies
❤And truffles
❤Hershey’s chocolate syrup
❤Cashews and raisins
❤PJ’s
❤Good smelling deo
❤Wall art
❤And ceiling art
❤Cute switch boards
❤And cute tap handles
❤Perfect temperatured water in the shower
❤Almirah full of clothes
❤And more clothes
❤And more
❤Shoes
❤High heels
❤Platform pumps
❤Black
❤And grey
❤Family pictures
❤When mumma smiles
❤When papa laughs
❤And my brother tops a test in his coaching
❤When examinations are easy
❤Relatable emojis
❤Sarcasm
❤My cellphone
❤When I update my playlist
❤And my mp3 player
❤Bare walls
❤Having discussions with myself
❤And others
❤Yellowing leaves
❤New leaves
❤No leaves
❤When my hair are tightly curled instead of the waves:My hair change.Wavy,tight curls,loose curls…naturally.
❤See-through shops
❤Cute movies
❤Discovering unusual shapes in the jumble of weird lines
❤My weirdness
❤When mumma papa are proud of me
❤When I learn something new
❤When I am healthy
❤Pimpleless face
❤Well fitting clothes
❤Writing something worth reading
❤When people let me be
❤Alone time
❤Silence
❤Driving on an empty street
❤Such lists

Toodles!
~A♥~

Fiction.📝

Swirling irises.

Umm,lemme warn you. This story is kinda weird. I mean,I have never read a story with such a weird theme,ever. But…I dunno where this came from. Seriously. Okay,read it if you want to. And tell me what you make of it. I don’t generally ask you what you make of the stuff I write,but this “story” calls for it,you see. I NEED you people to tell me what you think about this.

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Swirling colors.

White light. White sound. White surroundings. White everything. Not even a splash of color. Except the eyes:Golden, silver, turquoise, emerald, topaz, onyx, obsidian…you name it. It was disconcerting to say the least. I couldn’t make sense of it all. What was this place? What was I doing here? In this…unusual place? Am I deaming? I must be. Such places only exist in fantasyland. I couldn’t recall anything from my past. Nothing. Everywhere I looked, all I could see was the swirling irises in stark white. I wasn’t alone, no. There where so many people around. So many, I couldn’t even begin to count. But they all looked like shell of a person. Not moving. Not breathing. Looking through me,instead of at me. I realised suddenly that I was wearing those bland robes like everybody else and I was… WHAAA? I was stuck to the ground just like them. And my limbs were slowly freezing like them, too. Nooooo. I started thrashing. I used all of my strength to get my feet to move. I don’t know for how long I struggled. It could be seconds, minutes, hours…I don’t know. Suddenly I realised that I wasn’t the only one moving. Every single, umm,person was trying to disengage their bodies. And their eyes! They were looking at me as if they wanted to devour me. Like I was some treat they hated but couldn’t stop themselves from getting to and, well,eating. Like they hated the thought of me being the only one who wanted to get away because they couldn’t, but still wouldn’t mind having me as a meal. Oh God! I won’t be a meal to these abominations. I increased my effort to get free many-fold. I had to get away. AT ANY COST. Suddenly I felt the invisible bonds giving away. I tried harder and I was free finally. I looked up and realised that they were, too. Noooooooo. They were converging on me real fast. Shit! I tried to run. They caught me. I felt faint. Nothing made sense. I, the sensible one, couldn’t save myself. The last thing I saw before succumbing to darkness was the swirling irises.

Toodles!
~A♥~

Lists

6 blog “hacks” when you dunno what to post

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Listening to me,that is.

#Post a cutesy picture. Don’t expect all those likes and shares you have been getting lately, though. You are not that good of a photographer. Blurred, out-of-focus pictures aren’t everybody’s cup of tea_err_coffee,you know.

#Cry your eyes out (virtually is preferable) with a heart wrenching tale. We wouldn’t want you to be a blind,bloody mess,now would we?That would be just sad.

#A crappy poem! Doesn’t really work. Just saying. But try, if you may.

#Rant and vent. Might as well entertain people with your non-sensical babble and the sordid details you have been dying to spread around. Some poor soul in need of a bad joke might laugh at your excuse of a life.

#Give stupid tips.
Sounds familar?^
I bet,it does.Sorry for this.
I am really not good at this stuff. I post it, anyway. Something is definitely wrong with me.

#Don’t bloody post. The only alternative with next to none side effects.People won’t unfollow you because you posted something ridiculous. That’s something, atleast.
But they just might, anyway. No guarantees.

Toodles!
~A♥~

Fiction.📝

Unnerving silences.

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Unmoving silences.

The humming continued. He turned the corner and started walking towards the sound. It was coming from the abandoned parking lot. He stopped just outside the entrance and looked around. The place was as barren as a bird’s nest after the storm has hit. He tried to look inside and get some clue as to what was happening inside. He couldn’t see a damn thing. Those night vision goggles would come in handy right now. He didn’t have any. What luck! He gathered courage and decided it was now or never. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And then started walking. The place looked like something out of a bad action film with abandoned broken cars and the still air. There wasn’t another sound he could hear except for his fast breathing and the formidable humming. He had to, had to locate it. They were coming. For him. For it. They needed it for some mob business. He didn’t know what he was looking for, exactly. Except for the fact that it hummed like nobody’s business. To him, atleast. Nobody else seemed to hear it. It was as if his ears were attuned to the sounds of doom. He had to find it because not finding it wasn’t an option. He had already lost his wife. He couldn’t bear to lose his baby girl,too. He wouldn’t be able to live. They had her. Those monsters_mobsters_had her. As a hostage. Who did that? She was a kid, for god’s sake. He refused to lose her. He started following the sound with a new found determination. Navigating through the rows and rows of cars parked, he suddenly stopped. The humming had grown. It sounded like it was just a few yards away. He started towards a dark SUV that stood out among the kiddo cars. It looked undamaged and had a light shining from inside. He approached it and looked inside. The first thing he saw was a bundle. A bundle that looked like just big enough to be a baby. The blanket the baby was wrapped in looked familiar. Something about the birds…WHAAA?That was HIS baby. His. He jerked the handle of the door, trying to get to her. She seemed to be unmoving. The door seemed to be locked. He tried and tried but to no avail. No no no no no. How was she here? Why had they left her here? Suddenly the humming turned up several notches. It sounded familiar now. Like a timer of a…and the pieces clicked into place like a puzzle a second before the car went up in flames burning him to the bones. He had been set up. He wasn’t supposed to find anything for them. He was supposed to find them. Or their token. He was supposed to die. He cried for his baby who burned in front of him. He cried because he couldn’t move to go to her. He cried for everything lost. He cried for all the lives he had destroyed while working for them. Suddenly breathing became even more difficult. He started gasping just as the car next to him went up in flames destroying all the evidence. Of his existence. Of him.

Toodles!
~A♥~

Awards!:D

#Challenges:Humanity | Magic

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Humanity | Magic

I was nominated by Devika from insight07.wordpress.com/ and Shambhavi from ultimatesolace.wordpress.com/ for the Free style writing challenge.
Go check them out.They are fabulous, believe me.♥
❄Here’s Todo’s(Devika’s):
Her word was HUMANITY.I didn’t wanna write an essay thingie.So I tried a bit of fiction.Turns out I am not that good with fiction with a time constraint. But rules are rules.I had to post it,however terrible.That’s all I could write in 7 minutes.

She was hurting. She was in pain. The society had deemed her so. She couldn’t believe she had come to this. She was a broken heap of the glass shards. The mirror that her heart had been had been broken when the stand had moved and it had taken a free fall towards the mass that is supposed to be humane. When her trust had been tested by throwing her to the wolves,she had expected some semblance of humanity. Some indication that it still existed. That the wolves wouldn’t eat her alive. She had expected that huge pack if wolves to show some level of human feelings. But she had been wrong. So wrong. They were wolves for god’s sake. Why she had expected any sort of humanity was beyond her now. She still didn’t have it in her to break people’s dreams like the mirror that was her heart. She felt that it was better that everybody learned it for themselves. That’s how they would believe. Humanity was dead. Long dead.

Time:7 minutes
Words :176
Correction:If->of

❄And here’s Shambhavi’s:
Her word was MAGIC.She nominated me when I had my exams.But I wrote this catastrophe that day only.But in the stress of exams I forgot to post.I wrote an account of sorts. See how well it turned out.-.-
I wrote this because that day my friend was having a really “bad” day. This is the exact description of the situation. I felt like saying this to her. I saw this unfold in front of my eyes and I felt like shaking her to get some sense into her.But it wasn’t my place at that time. I wrote another piece titled MAGICK which I posted as a separate post. That day I couldn’t really recall where it had come from but I had written it with the following one.Apologies for my forgetful behaviour, Shambhavi.

it is supposed to be magic,the relationships,the love.it isn’t all that it’s hyped up to be,I can assure you.
that girl who loved her boyfriend with all her hearts, is crying her hearts out on the floor.
he didn’t call for the whole day,she cries.the whole day is spent consoling and crying.
the next morning too,she is down.the guy hasn’t called yet.
suddenly the phone rings.she eyes it with so much hope.it isn’t him.then it rings again,and again,and again.and finally it’s him.he has called.
she starts crying.she is out of control.
she is dying inside because he is,too.
they cry and cry, and she tells him she doesn’t need him.he cries and cries, and tells her he couldn’t bear it.they talk for hours to sort it out.
was it necessary, really?
the drama?the pain?the hurt?the fight?the tears? the wait?the hope?
they are still talking.they are “sorting” it out.
she might smile now.God knows,she hasn’t in a while.
but is it worth it? this is an ongoing process. this would happen again and again.
she would be upset again.she would be angry again.he would yell again.they would cry again.
this isn’t the end.
it goes on and on.this is no magic.a nightmare of sorts,it appears.the waiting,the dating,the crying,the lying,the unbelievable trying.
this isnt the end.
she is gonna cry again.and curse him,she would.and then he would call again.
and the rest is history.
no magic,just nightmare.
a terrifying nightmare.
no magic.

Time:10 minutes
Words:289
Correction:hearts->heart

Now,for the people I am gonna nominate,
RULES
1) Open an MS Word document (or any other editor)
2) Set a stop watch or your mobile of 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop.
5) Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (it is only meant for you reflect on your control on sensible thought flow)
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words
8) Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic.

I am nominating,
Zee from touchofmysaint.wordpress.com/
Trix from thefictionatrix.wordpress.com/
Shubhada from loveexpressing.wordpress.com/
AA from anamikaagnihotri.wordpress.com/
Naima from globalunison.wordpress.com/

No compulsions. If you people wanna go with it,awesome.If not,awesome.:P
Oopsie!That came across a bit wrong.I mean,don’t feel obliged. It’s upto you if you wanna follow through.I am not forcing you or anything.

Your word is INSECURITIES.

Toodles!
~A♥~

Randoms

Share-worthy cute!:P

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Fluffy!ADORABLE! ❤

I have nothing to take credit for in this post except for sharing this.The moment I came across this,I couldn’t stop myself form sharing it with you.
This is for everyone who don’t think they are awesome. Because you all totally are!:D
And, sometimes it is good to look at the positive side of shit.Optimism is cute sometimes.Like here.^ 😛

Toodles!
~A♥~