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Sunday, 17 May 2009

Destiny calls

Away I go, 
To make my life,
As whispers of change are upon me,
The time is nigh,
I brace the strife,
And fly in the face of destiny!
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Please excuse my absence for a few weeks. Destiny (read - employment) beckons. :)

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Ad Majorem *Mater* Gloriam

To have me, she willed to bleed.
I ne'er pay her words much heed,
Yet, she is *the One* I shall always need!

The first face to grace my eyes,
She answered all my infant cries,
She has filled my life with many a sweet surprise.

She taught me how to stand and walk,
She helped turn my incomprehensible babble to talk,
She made me listen to the tick-tock clock.

She made me aware of voice and sound,
She placed my wobbly feet firmly on the ground,
And I feel so safe when she is around.

She taught me what was wrong and right,
She would supervise my lessons with all her might,
She sought to prevent me from many a fight.

So how can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to Thee,
O Thou, who art *a Mother* to me!

(An afterword - to Mother Nature)
Despite our imbecile, insolent greed,
She continues to nurture us and feed.
And what does humanity do? Happily gorge and breed.
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Mother's Day greetings to Mothers everywhere! 
Ad majorem Mater gloriam.

Sunday, 3 May 2009

"BANG!" and a life lived...

*a deafening BOOM!*

*dust settling*

Throat parched, eyes blinded, ears shrill, his life flashed past...

**Aged 4**
"Bang! Die, bad men! Bang!"
"Amrit, now will you please put away your gun and have your lunch!"

"Mumma, I want to become an army-man when I grow up! No enemies! Only friends!"
*beams the endearingly darnest of smiles that only kids can flash*

**Army training**
"Listen up lilly-livered layabout green-horns! This is a rifle! *holds it up* Not one of those musical guns you held as a brat!"


Men shrieking in pain,
It is war, he can't explain,
And as he lay, on the field, bleeding,
"Will I live to see all this ending..?"
He prayed, tears in eyes,
He breathes, just once. Dies.
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A classic case of what started as a 55Fiction, ended up as a Drabble. A drabble, by the way, is very similar to a 55Fiction; the only difference being the word limit, which is a hundred or less. Discounting the scene descriptions (content between the asterisks), this composition runs to 99 words.



Vox Populi...

Veni, vidi...


"Santa" Akshat comes to town!

"Santa" Akshat comes to town!
A token from a fellow blogging compadre, Akshat

Lady Cяystal relates...

Lady Cяystal relates...
Note - her creativity *swells* with every block. :)