In search of the Unknown

gaze fixed on the stars,
a heart lost to the roses,
mind roaming the
realms of the unknown,
I take flight.

the light has shone,
alas, long gone,
darkness all around,
all illusion,
I seek the unknown.

what the heart felt,
the mind perceived,
eyes seek in vain,
try to comprehend,
all encompassing unknown.

from subconscious
to consciousness,
I soar,
my senses feel,
merge into the unknown.

Why I Write

Many a times this question is asked why one writes. I was asked this question and I gave some answer or tried avoiding to answer. Couple of days back while I was having my morning coffee, the answer came to my mind as a poem that I jotted down. Is that the answer? Honestly, I don’t know. However, each and every word in the poem is true.

I forget the world
when I write,
I do not even know
what I write,
Only thing I know,
no, I feel,
there is a light
that shines,
and shows me the way,
the fingers move,
they are mine,
but they are not,
I do not have
any control,
I know not
the words that
come out,
Know not what
they mean,
I feel as if
my soul leaves me,
light and feathery,
it takes flight,
and when all is done,
I am back,
and I am me,
atleast what I
think is me,
there is such
an exhilaration
in writing,
I feel I die
and come back to
earth again.

Phone call at night

Every phone call that comes at night,

fills my heart with fright,

who is next, who is next,

this is what life has become,

with sadness, I wait for my flight,

till then life goes on,

I keep rowing my boat,

every morning I get up,

I send a thank you note,

and try to stay upright,

every night I go to bed,

I say, if this be my last,

let me dream, let me dream,

so that when I go,

the journey be funny and bright.

Duct tape saved the day

Many of us may have a story about duct tape coming to the rescue in a sticky situation.  To that I am adding my recent one.

On Monday, May 20, we boarded the plane ready to return home after a week long vacation.  The day started early. As the shuttle from the hotel to the airport that we were supposed to take were full, we were forced to take an earlier shuttle.  That meant that we had to get up real early and had a long wait at the airport.  We boarded on time and settled down for a four hour flight.  I dozed off and on but soon realized that the plane was still stuck on the runway and departure time had already come and gone.  Curious to know what was the cause of the delay, I started to look around for an answer.  Soon I saw the pilot walking near where I was sitting and open an over head bin diagonally across where my seat was.  It was a small bin with a small black suitcase.  my mind raced through several theories.  I overheard the pilot saying to one of the crew member that he can’t take a risk.  Soon a ground crew with a yellow vest arrived on the scene and opened the bin.  He took out a screw driver and tried to fix something.  He gave up after some try, went to the back of the plane ( my seat was on the last row before the toilets) and started talking on the phone.  Obviously there was some argument and I heard him saying that he can’t fix it as someone had replaced a screw with a non-standard screw.  Sabotage?  Soon another crew member took the black carry on out of the bin and moved to the front of the plane and out the door.  Another ground crew  member arrived soon and things started falling in place.  The door of the overhead bin had come loose and the pilot did not want to fly as he was apprehensive that the bin door may open during flight and be a safety hazard.  The first ground crew could not fix the door as someone before had replaced the original screw with a larger screw and now the standard screw won’t fit. The second ground crew had a roll of duct tape ( red color for good measure) that both of them applied liberally to ensure that the overhead bin door stay shut during the flight.

You can see the end result on the featured image.  No harm done.  A small screw delayed our departure by forty five minutes but the flight itself after that was uneventful.    I shudder to think of the delay that could have been if we were forced to change plane.  Duct tape did save the day.

Flight of the caged bird

Open blue sky calls
Trimmed wings flutter, flight futile
Freedom a sad dream

Lush green forest lost
Berries, colorful, beckon 
Greed leads to bondage

Inside gilded cage
Slowly fading freedom dream  
Wings weakened, useless 

Sad songbird mimics
Nature’s music stifled harsh
Captor rejoices 

Wings spread one last time
Freedom calls, break the prison
Caged bird, dead, takes flight


Featured image from Pixabay

Black and White : February 1 Flash Fiction Challenge

There once was a movie named
The Manchurian Candidate
Why Manchurian
I scratch my head
Little up north
The cold frigid waste
Siberia
The Siberian Candidate
That would have been
More realistic
Wouldn’t it
Oh my my
What did I do
Realistic
May be a reality TV show
But not real life
Siberian Candidate
Everything in life can’t be
Black and white
Must use our imagination
Little shades of gray
Not just left and right
Not conservative and liberals
A little compromise
Maybe thinking about
Siberian cold
I am mixing my
Black and white
My imaginations
Taking a flight


Charli’s prompt this week:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features something black and white. It could be a nun in a zebra monster truck, a rigid way of thinking, a bird in a tuxedo — be imaginative and go where the prompt leads.

 

Week 3 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Sitting in a plane early Wednesday morning on a cross country flight to south. This is the first time I am writing anything on the air. No direct flight, I am flying northeast and then south to go southeast. I have seven hours at my disposal. Flight till now has been very turbulent but the turmoil inside my mind is worse. Wish I could sleep. By the time I will be able to post this, it will be late Wednesday. Should give me enough time to think about my third week into the  52 weeks journey of writing a poem starting with the letter W. For today’s word, I have selected the word WHY. And why not? I have to justify to myself why I am doing what I am doing. Now if only this turbulence would have stopped and allowed me to write peacefully. How long can I hold myself from the bathroom break? Why, oh why, we put ourselves through this misery of being packed liked sardines in a can?

This piece was written today morning during the first part of my seven hour flight with a stopover as part of Write Anything Wednesday

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