Dance moves finely choreographed
Shadows moving in unison
Fluid movements gyrating to
As sumo wrestlers eyeing each other
Before the next move
Danseur and danseuse
Each movement perfected
Years of finely honed practice
As they tango
Their faces a feline mask
Quickly sizing up each other
Rushing to the final act
Shrill of the shrew
As the doorbell rings
Veneer of civility
A smile on their face
Pushed to another day
This post is in response to Linda’s #1OneLinerWednesday.
There is no good or bad time to reach out to friends.
The measure of a true friend is that nothing is asked in return. No self interest or selfishness is involved in true friendship. So whether you are feeling upbeat or down, reach or to your friends and spread the love and warmth. Many a time I have felt the gloom lifting when I start visiting my blogily. I have not seen any one of them but as I go through their words, a warm feeling starts to fill me over. I smile (or cry) with them, feel their joy and share their pains. So I dedicate my One Liner Wednesday to all my friends, those who I have met and are now separated by geography and to those that I have not met ( but hope to someday) all across the globe but are close to me by their words. You have made it easier to navigate my journey in this insane world.
A clear blue sky
Without a dark night,
For a bright day
There is no appreciation.
Without its spots
Moon won’t be as beautiful,
Road lacking few road bumps,
Journey is uneventful.
A blemish free life
There is no story to tell,
Without the past of Jean Valjean
Les Misérables won’t ring a bell.
Calm sea hides
Deep secrets in its bosom,
Vibrant nature in a moment
Wrecks havoc and destruction.
A world at peace,
Will it be boring?
Thought of violence
To appreciate peace,
It is depressing.
Even without appreciation
Rose will still bloom,
Even if no one looks
Beauty is not doomed.
A bipolar world
May be the norm,
Not an aberration.
Life is a saga
Full of contradictions.
sun beats down harshly
foolish naysayers party
climate change is on
Featured image photo from Pixabay
This post is in response to Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge prompt Fun & Sun
Her days in sun gone
Horses went back home, she didn’t
Villains had their fun
Photos of Asifa Bano from Google
Note: I was debating if I should include the photo with this post. Everytime I look at that face my heart breaks, tears roll down my eyes. I do not know if there is a God, but if there is one I am not sure why he/she allowed this innocent flower to be sacrificed in such a horrendous way.
This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Rain“.
I grew up with rains, lots of it, about seventy inches in average a year. Monsoon, thunder and lightning. Sound of raindrops drumming on the rooftop. Hot, humid summers cooled down by a sudden downpour. Flash floods and muddy roads, swift flowing rivers, overflowing drains. And the place with most rain, Mawsynram, four hundred seventy inches of it, is about sixty miles away from the city I grew up.
Now I live in place with hardly any rain, just an average of fifteen inches a year and that too in winter. Last few years we had much less than fifteen inches, with about eight inches in 2015 and about four inches in 2013. So as you can imagine many a times we play hide and seek with rain clouds and we get deceived. Today is such a day, the sky is gray, the day is cloudy and there is just a nine percent chance of rain. From experience I know it is not going to rain. Here is a photo of grey sky today pregnant with the promise of rain that will turn out to be deceiving. Couple of months back I had posted a poem, Flirtatious Rain Clouds , on this topic.
Sun fighting a losing battle with the clouds but chances of rain is minimal.
But there is always hope and what is hope if not that elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And where would be a rainbow without rain.
There was a chill in the air and cool breeze blowing,
Zipped up my jacket and covered my ears ,
Ready against the cold., I started walking.
Two houses down from me met Dick, my neighbor.
Dressed in his shorts, T shirt and sandals, hairs blowing,
Going out on an errand, he said, closing the door .
I said Hi and kept on walking, puzzled and wondering,
How was he not cold and here I was dressed in layers.
Soon he crossed me, smiling and waving,
As I was left gazing at the quickly vanishing rear,
Of a twin turbo eight fifty HP, red Shelby Cobra merrily humming .
Quite a bit of warmth must be radiated by the muscle car ,
And those twin exhausts, eight fifty horses roaring,
Thumping music they were blasting, like cannons from war.
Years back celebrated his fiftieth high school reunion,
And still going strong, Dick, my dashing neighbor.
Tinge of jealousy, sure, but a dose of hope on the horizon,
I hurried back home, popped two multivitamins and some more,
Took out my jacket and the ear muffs too, stiffened my bones,
With my hopes and head high, I walked out the door.