Thursday, 31 May 2012

Fear


“Fear is a distressing negative sensation induced by a perceived threat. It is a basic survival mechanism occurring in response to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger.” The new professor droned on. 
The windows shuddered under the wrath of heavy rain and incoming storm. Every now and then streaks of lightening would splash across the sky, followed by thunder which reverberated in the entire school building. A bright Monday morning had suddenly changed into a cataclysmic storm and the last thing we needed was a lecture on fear.
“In short, fear is the ability to recognize danger leading to an urge to confront it or flee from it.”
The class nerd in the front row furiously took notes, giving us a glare now and then – a warning that his notes were his alone. A curly haired girl a few rows away slept soundly, the voice of the professor a lullaby; while another, texted feverishly on her new blackberry. A paper plane hit the front wall-obviously the creative mind of the raucous back benchers at work here. The professor ignored the interlude and continued with his mind-numbing speech. A few moments later another one landed on the professor’s desk receiving a hearty applause from the students. Again the professor preferred to overlook. The kids at the back took this as an opportunity and started throwing all sorts of things at the front wall.
Paper balls. Pencils. One even had the courage to throw his notebook and now that I think of it maybe that’s what really put off the new professor.
“ENOUGH!!” he roared, and as he did so a bright flash of lightening blinded us all. The lights burst in spray of glass. The classroom was now in entire darkness. Kids shrieked and tried to get out of the room. The doors slammed shut bearing the weight of fifty pounding fists.
Another flash of lightening illuminated the room permitting us a glance of the surroundings. What we saw made us gasp with horror. The place where the professor had stood only moments ago was now splashed with blood and a single head- yes a head! - adorned the table. It went without saying it was the kid’s who threw the notebook.  
“In extreme situations fear might result in paralysis, freezing you on the spot.” The voice boomed with a ghastly fervor.
The light faded and once again were alone, engulfed in darkness.

Sunday, 27 May 2012

For eternity


Naja Tau, I hope you like this poem. Feel free to correct my flaws. Enjoy reading!

I wish my life
Debilitated by hate
Could be fortified
By love
For eternity

I wish the thorns
That ever my path would cross
Transform into roses
As I walk across
For eternity

I wish the life I condemn
Become the one I desire
Satiating my thirst, my greed
Lifting me higher
For eternity

I wish to be
Under God’s loving hand
Never be
The target of his wrath
FOR ETERNITY...

Saturday, 26 May 2012

Homecoming


Constructive criticism and feedback welcome! Enjoy reading...

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The sun beat down upon her, as she walked along the familiar, dust clad road for the first time in twelve years. Her feet adapted quickly to the rugged terrain, as the memories of a time forgotten flooded her heart and soul. Everything was the same as she remembered; it was like her town had slept in its tranquil cocoon as the world around raced ahead. She walked in a trance, taking in the sight, the smell, the sounds, each bringing with it a longing for the time she could never have back.

People she had known in another ephemeral time glanced at the strange woman, intruding the quiet, insipid life they were so used to. Whispers. Rumors. Suspicion. She walked straight ahead, the burden of the stares weighing her down.

Please, please accept me.

She stroked the trees as she passed them asking forgiveness, pleading for acceptance. They felt harder than she remembered.

Of course, hardened by years of pain, agony, abandonment.

The last thought formed a lump in her throat which slowly materialized into a single tear. It slid down her cheek onto the dry sand, vaporizing instantly. Even the land doesn’t want any part for me.

But as she neared her family farm, the sadness alleviated. The stares no longer mattered. The people’s thoughts were secondary. She looked at the trail of footprints that she had left behind. An overwhelming sense of euphoria engulfed her. She was elated. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy, as she realized that she had finally reached her destination. She was home.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Killed for honor

This is my entry for the 2nd annual flash fiction blogfest. Enjoy reading!


Lightening flashed as the soul of Miriam Hassan, 21 years old-a daughter, a sister, a friend, a disgrace- floated out of her earthly possession towards the great beyond. It wouldn’t have been so cruel, so cold were it not the father, the brother, the friend-the saviors- who had conspired to rid the world of the ‘living Satan’. For what she had done was unacceptable. Her death was inevitable- everyone dies one day- it had only been hurried, lest the unimaginable happen.
The end had been swift.
‘Don’t look at her as your sister, your friend. See the devil that she has become.’
And the father, now the king, the brother who became the executioner and the friend, who was the noose around her neck, served justice to a frail girl in a kingdom where they were the law and the law was them.
It started raining. The drops plummeting to earth, with speeds unimaginable, with the ferocity of death.
‘The lord brings his wrath upon those who are deemed unfit.’
‘Let the rain wash away your sins, and the heavenly water purify your scorched soul.’
‘May you have a better life in the hereafter.’
Now most of you would be wondering about the last phrase. Why would a killer bless the killed? Why would the murderer pray for the victim? If this was an honor killing…But here is a twist you see. It was an honor killing but this time it was deserved.
Miriam Hassan, 21 years old, a daughter, a sister, a friend, was an assassin.
Sometimes things are not what they seem.

Monday, 21 May 2012

Dazzle wildflower

I decided to write a poem using a word generator. The following words were thrown at me:
Black velvet
Numbing
Black emerald
Dark goldenrod
Pumpkin
Honeydew
Mildew
And of course the title was 'dazzle wildflower.'
The poem is about a little girl (wildflower) who is abandoned by friends and family alike. But she still wants to dazzle the world, beat the odds and all that.
Hope you enjoy reading. Comments and feedback welcome!

Black emerald eyes
Scorched by fires of abandonment
Honeydew
salted by tears
Dazzle wildflower

Dark goldenrod hair
On a pumpkin face
Mildew
sped up by hatred
Dazzle wildflower

The black velvet
Never the diamond
Numbing
pain of at-'one'-ment
Dazzle wildflower

Thursday, 17 May 2012

The mask


Moon gazer, here is the poem you asked for.



Plastic smile,
Glass eyes,
Breathe. Step. Nod. Sigh.
Today she wears,
The mask of joy....


Taped down lips,                                                     
Crocodile tears,
Breathe. Step. Console. Cry.
Today she wears
The mask of sorrow...

Empty stare,
Alone in a corner,
Breathe. Sit. Appear busy.
Today she wears,
The mask of apathy

In a crowd, alone.
Whole yet hollow
Angelic wings shackled
In chains of anonymity
An epiphany
Then metamorphosis
Today she wears
The mask of belonging....

Monday, 14 May 2012

Why do you cry?

This poem is a conversation between an optimist and a pessimist. In the end, I think that the pessimist steals the show, but I like it that way... Enjoy!
"The suns bright,
It's peaceful and quiet,
then why do you cry?"

"The sun will set,
And darkness'll prevail.
As for the silence,
It indicates a gale.
Isn't it reason enough to cry?"

"You see the flowers,
Smiling at the sky.
Then why do you cry?"

"The flowers, don't they,
Bloom to eventually die?
Doesn't the sky, they gaze at,
Bring rain and thunder and heavenly wrath?
Isn't tht reason enough to cry?"

"Look at the eggs,
They're about to hatch,
Soon the nest would be filled with joys.
Why do you cry?"

"Alas! They'd soon fly,
Far away into the night.
The nest would wither,
Fail the test of time.
Isn't that reason enough to cry?"

"A last try,
Tell me straight,
The world is not all doom and gloom,
Then why do you cry?"

"because life is death,
And in death there is life,
It makes you cry and smile and cry,
Alas!
Life is tragically beautiful..."

Saturday, 5 May 2012

The versatile blogger!

Thank u Jennifer and Valentina for awarding me my first award!
Just around 400 views and my first award! This can't get any better!
Okay so here are the rules of the award:


Nominate 15 fellow bloggers who are relatively new to blogging
Let them know you have nominated them.
Share 7 random facts about yourself.
Thank the bloggers you who have nominated you.
Add the Versatile Blogger Picture to your blog.





I haven't come across 'fifteen' new bloggers but here are three who I think deserve this award.
  1. Addicted to sadness Some really intense poetry!
  2. Short stories from the abyss of my imagination Just one story old but worth reading!
  3. The moon gazer Poetry and prose? Here you go!

Now the seven random facts about me:
Hmmm let's see...
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There are no 7 random facts about me! :)

So that's all. Thank you again for nominating me, and to those whom I have no nominated, please accept the award!
Cheers!
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