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

Bound and Tied

bound and tied

in confined spaces I lay

the world too small

but smaller are its thoughts

pleasure they gain

at nipping your wings

they haven’t flown

so how could they allow

that you be different

and follow your own path

bound and tied

in confined spaces I lay

choking

at their orthodox thoughts

hard it is here to breathe

I wish to break free

I long to just flee

flutter my wings

in those unknown skies

and follow hued dreams

the harder you try

to blend yourself into me

the harder

shall I bounce back

ferocious and fiery

bound and tied

I shall now not lay

the confined spaces

shall now

no longer contain Me !!

Written for Photo Challenge #21 “Cardboard Angel”

Unmade as always

Unmade as always

But hey, I like it that ways

Creases forming intricate designs

This bed has seen all my mood signs

Cried I have sunken on the pillows

When life was vague and nothing but hollow

Privy to all sweet nothings

Along with sweethearts, it listened to talks so mushy

Sitting in my sweat pants

Writing poetry and the rants

While readying for the hangouts

On it, all the dresses have been laid out

Jumped on it in excitement

Punched it hard in resentment

Pizza crumbs on it be found

And yes, my phone must also be around

Cuddled on it with soft toys

Under warm blankets, oh what joys!

Lazed around for hours at a stretch

Lost in thoughts sitting on its edge

Me and my world it has held

Oh yes, I just love my unmade bed!

This one is written for Mag # 212

Ah, Whose could it be ??

It's a WOW !!  

With a throbbing headache I wake up

I need nothing but a strong coffee cup

Housewarming party images from last night

But, oh, the messy surroundings was not a very pretty sight

Gone are the friends and their friends

‘t was fun, food, music and booze flowing without ends

Cleaning up the corners of my new place

Need to buck up, I just can’t sit and laze

As I hurry to order up things

A half-eaten cake, mobile phone and an earring

Resting on my newly acquired centre-table I see

Now whose earring could it be?

Tried hard to recall, but how could I tell

After all, the expensive booze had done its work well

Ah, I am never gonna find out was my apprehension

But somehow that earring had my attention

I picked up my phone and browsed casually

To take a picture and instagram it quickly

Half face of a lady in green earring sat in my phone gallery

So, the special connection with the earring could not just be a fallacy

But how do I find out whose it could be

Voila, why not check if a new number in my phone I could see

Yes, her number I saw with the picture

Hope of new beginnings inside me now flickered

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.