Broken Promises – #BarAThon Day 7

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A promise he made

A promise she made

To stick together through thick and thin

Days went by

Their love bore a fruit

Am the apple of their eyes

They promised me soon

A promise he broke

A promise she broke

To love each other round the clock

He went his way

And she on hers

No one cared for the apple again

I made a promise to myself that day

Never to make a promise again

Promises are made to be broken

Mom and Dad defined

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I am with Team #CrimsonRush for the #BarAThon from 1st to 7th August 2016.

This post if written for the prompt ‘promise‘ for August 7, 2016.

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A Story Untold… (Poem)

She threw them up in the air like coins

Saw them dropping like autumn leaves

Before they crashed onto the ground

And shattered like pieces of glass

Neither a loud thud nor any shatter

Just a few unshed tears

That weren’t allowed to drop down

Like lightning they just crashed

Now and then in front of her eyes

And every time they showed up

She tried hiding them underneath

The burden of expectations

She stamped on them, stabbed them

And killed them ruthlessly

So many unsaid words and unspoken feelings,

A bunch of unfulfilled dreams

An unrequited love

Undefined pain it is

Strangulated every now and then

Her desires didn’t have a voice while alive

They finally died a silent death

A story untold…

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Soon dawn will break

Darkness will fade away

The mist will be gone

Sun rays will peep through the windows

Spring will adorn the deciduous trees

New leaves, new longings

New desires, new wishes

Dark clouds will pour down

Reviving the dried ink

Making her want to rewrite the story

A luscious breeze kissed her forehead

Its touch whispered the password

In her ears that were dying to hear

That courage is the mantra

She shed away all inhibitions

Flew like a free bird

Floated like dandelions

Her smile emitted radiance

She jumped from one branch to another

Dancing like a butterfly

Reliving each one of her unfulfilled dreams

Every life is a new story waiting to be told…

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Dreams

Tiny legs, cute little fingers, an innocent smile and a musical cry…

…a dream that is so dear to many of us.

This little bundle of joy comes naturally to some…

…and after months and years of prayers for some others…

Whatever way, it is a blissful moment for the entire family.

With every passing day, month, year, as the little soul grows

Grows our dreams and aspirations for their future.

The father dreams of how successful his darling daughter is going to be

The mother secretly has plans for her birthdays, graduation and her marriage

The daughter has colourful dreams for herself too

Unaware of what the future holds for her.

A tick of the clock and with the flip of a second

All the dreams come shattering down.

Life is unfair and throws up helpless situations

Especially when we are least expecting it.

This is a poem I wrote last night based on the happenings of late last week and keeping in mind the anniversary of the Delhi Rape incident on 16th December last year. A child in our family is seriously ill with a rare disease. I request each of you to keep her in your prayers. Prayers it is said are powerful, mightier and effective than the best of drugs.