Endless Waves

My thoughts are like waves

Tossed and turned in a sea of

Turbulent ideas.

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Written for Haiku Heights
Prompt: WAVES

And Alex' A-Z Challenge

E for Endless

Doubt

I have some talents

Am I one born creative?

I doubt if I am!

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I love doing needle work

even when it is time to cook

I could crochet with my nimble fingers

even when the aroma of stew lingers

I create in the blanket  designs of nature

for a hapless  baby with bleak future

That cannot make out the intricate  patterns I weave

for the motherless baby of my friend whom I grieve

I love to make all types of  cookies and cakes

In various designs and colors with delicious icing

as yummy as what a regular baker makes

Their aroma makes the neighbourhood drooling

I love to write all my thoughts and dreams

That keep flowing like gentle streams

Be they short stories or verses that rhyme

They engage my mind most of the time

Knitting, baking and writing keeps my soul alive

Keeping me ever busy as I strive

wondering sometimes at my rich and varied  life  

I keep asking am I really born creative?

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Written for Haiku Heights

Prompt: Waves

And Alex' A-Z Challenge

Deserted Inbox

My own photo!

Deserted inbox

Holds precious fragile memoirs 

Worth reminiscing. 

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Written for Haiku Heights

Prompt: DESERTED

Also for One Single Impression

Prompt: INBOX

P.S. There must be some confusion on my take on inbox...as in, box! However, I would prefer my inbox to be like a treasure trove this time! :)

Eager

Photo Courtesy: HERE

Eager muse drives pen

Breathes life to prose and poetry

Adventurous mind!

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Written for Haiku Heights

Prompt: EAGER

And Alex' A-Z Challenge

Prompt: ADVENTUROUS 

"That Last Night"

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 26; the 26th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'That Last Night'.

Jillian’s heart was pounding. She was sweating. Restless. "This would change my life," Jillian thought. "Should I go or not?" she wavered.

Her phone rang. She picked it up. It was Vie, her heart throbbed.

“Are you ready, honey? I will come pick you up few minutes from now.”

Her heart almost skipped a beat. He was serious with his proposal. “Oh my God,” she uttered. Panic stricken all over her face. Hanky wet with perspiration that continuously ran down her forehead, cheeks and nape. Jillian was scared whether she was doing the right thing.

The moment of truth dawned on Jillian. She was deeply in love with him but had not til this day got intimate. She’s almost there; soon she will cross the Rubicon.

“Beep, beep,” his car went honking in front of her house. He was there. That debonair of a man who made her knees weak. Her palpitations went faster.

Unconsciously as if in a daze Jillian walked to his car and got in quickly to avoid being seen with him.

The moment the car with tinted glass closed, he pulled her towards him for a hug and gave her a long and passionate kiss on her mouth. She could hardly resist and she responded with equal fervor. He stopped the car thrice on the way.

They soon reached a fine dining resto and went to the corner table that was reserved for him. There was a woman in formal dress seated already which Vie had not informed. The moment that lady in white saw them, she stood up with her hands extended and said “Welcome Jillian. I am happy Vie could persuade you to come for his birthday. You are one of our best friends”

Jillian was taken aback. Did Vie know that his wife would be there and why he then brought her here, Jillian wondered? Hiding her surprise Jillian said, “I could not refuse Vie when he said you will be here and that you were expecting me.”

“Don’t think I am that sweet. I am a bit selfish. I am to go right away to the airport to receive our chairman from New York. I didn’t want my hubby to miss his birthday. It struck me why not call Jillian to fill in my place. Thanks Jillian. I am off now. Take care as Vie can get mischievous ideas.” She kissed her husband and left in a hurry.

Vie’s wife was not a good looking woman. She was very short, looked bland, dark, with her teeth not aligned well. Vie was a tall and handsome man. They were surely not made for each other. Jillian pitied him.

She was shaken from her reverie when she heard Vie. “Honey, come on, finish eating fast. Let us go to our room that I have booked.”

She realized he was serious about his intent to make the night memorable. She remained silent when he settled the bill and walked behind him like a willing victim.

Once inside, he closed the door and said, “The moment we have been waiting for has arrived at last. Let us make this night a memorable one, especially it's my birthday.”

As he came forward to embrace her, she said, "I am sorry Vie. I have second thoughts. Your wife may look like a plain Jane but her heart is pure gold. She is trusting and knowing your nature she even warned me. I will not betray her trust. Let this be the last night when we could have gone wrong. I love you with all my heart but I love and respect her trust in me more. I am sorry, let me go.” She said and walked out in tears.

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