My Friendship

The postman came with a letter. Ten years had been passed in a wait and when I gave up every hope, it came like a savior. I’d never expected that my only son, Rohan would change to become a stranger for his own dad who loved him more than himself. I ran towards the gate though my feet refused, almost wilted. As I opened to read it, a strange fear enveloped me. It wasn’t from Rohan but from my wife, Simran, whom I had murdered exactly ten years back from today. Her innocent wrinkled face appeared before me. I gasped. Word Count: 100 Written for A Prompt Each Day - Midweek wordle #8 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #22

  Buy @ Amazon My Review:  ' '1st Job and 10 Mistakes'' by Uttam Kumar is a guide book for people who are to get their first job and tips on how to make a judicious use of first salary.  The author has discussed about ten very common mistakes that we usually commit in the beginning of professional life. Those are Loan for Loan;  here author has shared an example from his real life encounter with a friend, who took loan after loans to pay previous one and how he was held up with six loans from six different banks. I wanted to know what solution the author suggested him that helped him get out of the situation  in 24 months. First Get First Join,  talks on a very relevant ground. It's quite common to see people working in a field different from their qualification. The job offer might seem good but it proves to be a deal of loss in a long run. Stop Learning; with the first job in hand one becomes reluctant to learn new things. The author has sugges...

Motilal was a hawker at Kasturi railway station. He was a hard-working man. It was high time to get his eldest daughter, Anita married. Motilal had no savings so, he robbed. Guilt overtook him with fear. On the day of marriage, police arrested Motilal. He wanted to die there in shame, he yelled. His son-in-law held his hand and assured that he will marry Anita and get him bailed soon and that he still respected him. Motilal was touched, in tears. Dad, “Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.” said Raghav. Motilal blessed him. Word count: 100 Written for A Prompt Each Day - Quoted#7 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #21

at the horizon  the sun shines bright to take leap to a full moon night Written for Carpe Diem and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #9

You can't hold on to your fear, greed and lies  moment by moment they grandiose  Free yourself. Let them go before they take You away Tears roll down her pink tender cheeks drop by drop her heart ache with tears she want to let go her deep throes of loss For today's prompt I've written a Micro-poetry consisting of five lines each of five words. Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of stanza of six lines with no set rhyme scheme but syllable ( 3/5/3/3/7/5) . Written for A Prompt Each Day - Set The Challenge Sunday #7 Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #19

    During those long boring lectures I day dream of the world outside window Kids merrily flying their paper kites Girls gossiping under the tree's shadow People on road, running in hustle bustle But the nature is calm and at peace as ever Sweating day, sunshine and partly clouds I pray God to bless earth with some shower While I am sitting in the classroom There must be someone taking birth and someone living his last few moments  Life is train and our breath, its reserved berth Probably my teacher has caught me  In the case of lacking attention  Today the fountain of tears won't flow For I ventured on philosophic trance   Written for A Prompt Each Day - Midweek Wordle #7 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #15

My faded jeans and colorful top Torn out pockets and teardrops I stumble at another party to hip-hop So as to unleash myself from what  a failed love has turned me into With loud music, DJ lights, mad rush I want to forget past and flow ahead  as swiftly as a river with pebbles in its way Like time never look back to old things Life is worth staying strong with replete zing This was just an another experience I don't wanna cling   love is a beautiful song that everyone should sing Written for A Prompt Each Day - Midweek Wordle #6 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #8

Life is an up-down journey It has eventful rides  to test your patience and strength Be yourself. Never regret.  Today I want to ease off  all my worries through bubbles Written for A Prompt Each Day - In a Flash #3 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #7

My day to day lessons included Of honesty and kindness, virtues added Goodness in me was embedded by birth But soon the reality was unearth  An ugly face behind tempting mask Bribe, revenge, jealousy. Why? I want to ask Where are those lessons of past? This bitter side of world has left me aghast  Those taught lessons are part of ignorance With injustice on each step I've lost innocence Written for A Prompt Each Day  - Wordplay #6 and Ultimate Blog Challenge  - Day #6

The world full of chaos  and lives running on wheel amidst blind race and evil With lost peace of mind Flute, nowhere to be heard. Written for A Prompt Each Day - Sunday #5 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #5

I fly, fluttering my colorful wings in search of nectar among the beautiful scented flowers. Throughout the day I wander garden to garden. Untiring journey  it seems, before my requisite to venture. Life is given for once and when it is for just a month! I wish to embellish the nature with the beauty it gifted me to please the eyes of men. Written for A Prompt Each Day - Weekend Wordle #5 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #4

  Image source:     Park Bench WPC by Wayne Ray(via Wikimedia Commons) This wooden bench being overused Is not tired of welcoming  Then, why do we tire? Of people, love and relations? Has time shrunken our hearts?  Written for A Prompt Each Day - Fotowrite #3 and Ultimate Blog Challenge- Day #3

Among the dried leaves those memories heave Crisp, conspicuous & crunch autumn leaves, imagination hunch The lone garden and deep tranquil I had found myself blessed with nature's quill I took a pen and a diary the book of my emotions turned into a library  Here, I wrote my life's first song  and realized things weren't that wrong Under the warmth of sun a sigh of relief Converge at my heart's core, fall of a leaf It detaches with the lost spring from a tree A descend so divine that makes it free Written for A Prompt Each Day - Wordplay #5 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day#2

With season's first rain The city was overjoyed  Relived of burning sun Sensation was hard to avoid The Church's bell rang And  crowd melted to thank almighty, at the holy hour But the children had pranks Kissing on each other's palm  They rushed towards muddy ground They slipped , rolled and danced  Their laughter was more profound As people rushed out to see Their eyes and mouth dumbstruck Two small kids fighting hard to death Were happily playing in mud-struck  There and then, children taught a lesson No words were shared, no efforts were made A message came in silence, all of them learnt Ego and enmity are not something to keep but to forbade Written for A Prompt Each Day - Midweek Wordle#5 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #1