When you learn ...

naïve you walk

open hearted

true to self, true to all

walls around your heart

you don’t grow

visible everything in your eyes

happiness and sorrow

you speak

speak your deepest thoughts

in what you believe

and, sometimes what others made you see

in front of those

who you thought were your own

unknowing, unaware

that you are being judged

opinions 

true, false and half baked

being formed

to be used against you

when time is ripe

when you differ

to their ideas of conformity

after all, one and all around

are looking for nothing

but an echo of their opinions

and you sit and wonder

at your candor

or stupidity to be true

because your guards were never in place

open hearted

true to self, true to all

you have been

but there are times

when you start to unlearn

in what you believed

and when you begin to disbelieve

what you had learnt

that’s when your walls begin to grow

when seeds of trust

only in yourself

you learn to sow

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Shard with dVerse - Open Link Night

His Smile

Still remember the day

I first noticed

His Smile

From lips to eyes

Reached in no time

It also beckoned mine

Warm, compassionate

He wore

His Smile

Dripped with positivity

Made our meet

Worthwhile

After mild rain

Like rainbows one could see

His Smile

Could make air around

Seem pleasant

For a little while

Melting Chocolate

On a warm winter morning

His smile

Like a walk in clouds

Sadness it could drive away

Atleast a mile

Always aware he's been

Of the mystic spell in

His smile

Gripping hearts

Many, till date

It beguiled

Enticed I am

Await to see everytime

His Disarming Smile

Hope it stays afloat forever

Sprinkling happiness

In his innate style! 

Release - Haiku

fighting the mundane

dragging it day after day

that’s what they call life

that’s what they call life

crib, complain and go to sleep

wake up, follow same

wake up, follow same

play the game, as we all await

day of release

Written for Haiku Horizons Prompt # 35 – RELEASE  

A New Life !!

Reva looked at things scattered in the shop that opened in fifteen days. She wanted everything to go well. After all, it was a new lease of life that she had almost snatched from destiny after being duped into marriage to a psycho. Divorce was hard. Even harder was the pressure of being independent. She wasn’t educated but was creative. That’s what she decided to do. Use her talent for turning scrap and mundane things into unusual and beautiful interior decoration pieces. Who would have known that a hobby picked up randomly would be her bread and butter one day!

Written for the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers

Five Sentence Fiction - Hunger

‘Come on sweetheart, she has been waiting for you since morning and look at you, trying to turn your eyes away from her, trying to run away, I mean what are you even thinking?’

‘I can’t, I just can’t do it however hard she tries to beckon me with that sexy voice of hers. I am not going back to her because I am not falling into her trap again and your trap again.’

‘I am not laying any trap for you and you better get that straight in your head that whatever I ask you to do is for your own benefit.’

‘No, my dear stomach, right now what you are asking me to do is not for my benefit because right now you are not hungry but just plain bored so stop growling since it’s not lunch time yet and I am not going to eat that cookie lying in the drawer however hard you try to persuade me.’

Written for Five Sentence Fiction - Hunger

Sip by Sip.. Drop by Drop..

Sip by Sip

Drop by Drop

You drain me, You strain me

I talk, I blabber

I go on a rampage of meaningless chatter

A part of me nestles within you

I somehow now settle within you

Sip by Sip

Drop by Drop

You drain me, You strain me

Pouring myself out

I feel emptied without a doubt

Happiness, Worries, Hopes and Fears

I almost even showed you my tears

Sip by Sip

Drop by Drop

You drain me, You strain me

Vulnerable I so feel

My brokenness before you I peeled

Past fears grow up as I let my guards go down

Damn! I sometimes end up feeling like a clown

Sip by Sip

Drop by Drop

You drain me, You strain me

I fear you would know me

I fear you would grow upon me

Raw, unguarded you make me feel

Everytime I talk; everytime with you I deal

Sip by Sip

Drop by Drop

You drain me, You strain me

Alas! a part of you never walked upto me

Your guards I know are harder than steel

I wish I could learn that from you

How you never give anybody a feeblest clue

Mystery I prefer to remain

My aloofness I wish to sustain

My own intentions you make me doubt

Of my own shackles you make me want to break out

Sip by Sip

Drop by Drop

I see myself getting drained out !!

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