WordsBake

Season Replay - A poem

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Once upon a time as a child was carried away
There was a time on a summer day
I was elated in a different way
Living life without a care
Hustling against the warm summer air
Dreaming life is a simple affair
You bring life, magic, and flare!

Spending days with ones I love
Thanking the stars up above
My summer days I always savor
But I had a school to must attend
Oh, summer! Shine…
Everybody depends upon you
See you soon, in heaven so blue
in ten months that blew!

©Shweta, 2020

Originally published in Blue Insights

Reflection and Reminiscence

I smell the distinct awakened memories, echoes of the long-gone days, the pictures of which are worn out, faded and damp, or perhaps some even crumbled. I mistook them as just memories, but these are what made me, me.

They might not be the fantastic ones or the worst ones, etching their impermeable marks on me. My reminiscing of these gently scented memories are beyond just the stills captured by the celluloid, unless I visit them time to time, to see how we all lived in the earlier years of our life, where there was so much of liveliness, attention, and connection deeper than just the hugs, storytelling or frivolous fights. It was in quieter moments of joy in kinship, saw the underlying true nature of my parents. I saw a childlike spirit in my mother and assiduous nature in my father, evolving each time. I want these, rather I need these memories to stay with me, to soothe me when bad ones threaten to erase the traces of the good ones. They are evidence of lively souls that belong together even when they faltered. They are extraordinary people with kindness and the best intentions I have known in my life. And who am I to judge? Life puts each one of us through enough stress, to change the best of us, even me, and even you!

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Felling my Foe - A poem

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Why engage in this malevolence?

lugging heaviness

in heart and cringe

I ignore, so do you

I evade, so do you

faking smiles

pretensions

and

small talks!

The heart knows and sees

furious is the mind

It is time to move on

to let you go

because you are not worthy

to risk the danger of you becoming a friend!

Originally published in From the Poet's Heart

The Other Woman

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“Careful honey, the revolver is loaded,” he said as he made a drink for himself in a hotel suite.

“Is this for your wife?”

“No! I think I will hire someone to do that, do you know any hit-man we can trust?”

“Me?”

He smirked as he sat next to her caressing her back and taking a sip from his drink.

“I wonder who hires a lady hit man?”

“Your loving wife!”

She shot him dead on the spot.

“Oh yes, a lady hit man indeed can!"

Blinding Monotony

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Encased by the white tiles all around her, in an enormous room with so many washers, makes her weary. She shows up, each day, every single day of the year, at the same time and leaves at half-past five. She loads the insatiable machines, begrudging every minute lost. Sodden dresses, mismatched booties, soiled pajamas, red leotards, mud-stained soccer shorts, soccer-socks, pinafores, stained uniforms, skirts, jeans, sweaters, trousers.

Eventually, she dwindls her efforts, washing only max of two loads on a given day, and cudgels her brains speculating why her days are painfully long now!

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, explore my other poems/flash fiction stories.