Hidden by the Mist

Into the woods
They walk
Path hidden
by the mist

Alongside
step by step
together
Held by the Wrist

Unruly stones
Feet do stumble
Hurt and ache
Ankles do twist

The tender touch
Rub on the skin
Love heals
warm shoulders assist

Every worry
Every sorrow
Forgotten
When they kissed

Don’t need a destination
When we are together
In the woods
Hidden by the mist

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Ek Aur Baar

Blur by Aditi

एक शहर पुराना
यादों से भरा हुआ
यादों की डोर खींच लायी है
एक बार और

हर लम्हा याद आया है
वो मोड़, वो हँसी
फिर वही रास्ते
एक बार और

कहीं निशान मिट गए
कहीं अब भी सजावट है
किसी ने पुकारा है
एक बार और

एक खुश लम्हा
यहीं रह गया था
मिल कर हँसे हैं
एक बार और

ईंटों की ढेर
इमारत बनेगी
फिर घर बसेगा
एक बार और

Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory

My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.
The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. With practiced ease of many years, my hand strikes. Coming down with ample force designed for the deadly effect. The strike finds the target. The ritual is complete. I successfully hit the snooze button. The clock falls silent. I can sleep a bit more.

Written for 99 Word Story, hosted by Charli Mills of the Carrot Ranch

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Its wine or blood

Red wine

It’s wine or blood
Depends on how it tastes
Each one intoxicating
Depends on how one takes

It’s an addiction
The goblets change
the body or the bottle
the coincidence is strange

Rich feast on poor
Strong on the weak
The toast is for the victor
Never a privilege of the meek

The beast reeks of power
There is no remorseful eye
It sucks to the very last
till the skeleton is dry

It’s not the win
It gloats on the loss
Intoxicated beast
steps on the slushy red sauce

It’s blood or wine
Greedy fangs knows
Wine may be over
The blood still flows

Khamosh tare

रात की चहल पहल में
तारे ख़ामोश थे
कुछ आवाज़ ना हो जाए
बादल, चुपचाप चल रहे थे
चाँद आधा चमक रहा था
शायद कुछ छुपाए हुए था
वो कदम साथ साथ चल रहे थे
और धड़कन भी
कुछ ना कहा
फिर भी कहानी कह गए
वो गूंजती धड़कन
और वो ख़ामोश तारे

From earth they all rise

Mushrooms in my garden

From earth they rise
Some wanted
Some undesired
Some ugly, some nice

Not only the matter of seen
The lush grass
the incessant weed
Both coloured bright green

Both rise together
Nourished by the same sun
Sprouting from the same earth
None worse, none better

Existing for what they are
Unconcerned by likes and dislikes
Expressing their self
None a loser, none a star

Who is the reason?
the seeds that flies
Or the winds that carry
Or is it the season

They grow where they fall
Earth sees no shape
Sun sees no colour
There is space for all

Would they be Blessed or Doomed
Owner of the garden decides
For the planted
And the mushroomed