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Mystery Haiku
eyes convey something
colors of mystery splayed
Mona Lisa smiles
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mysterious grin
caricature of the past
an empty canvas
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mysterious art
guesses and speculations
lady is smiling
* For Carpe Diem # 244 Mystery.
Baby Piano: A 100 Word Story
“I can’t forget how we grew up together and then got separated. And today, it is a coincidence that we could meet.”
“It is indeed.” He gave her a brilliant smile.
“You still smile the same,” she shyly commented.
“And you are still the same.”
They shared a quick kiss which was delayed for years.
“And you remember when you visited me at 1 in the night and tried to hide inside my baby piano when my parents came up hearing your loud voice?”
“Yes. And I remember why I visited you.”
They held hands, past memories flooding their minds.
Copyright- John Nixon
* Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.
a certain trace
the days of past
leave a certain trace
on the life’s mast
which is not always a grace,
.
they do leave a certain trace
which influences our future sail
which won’t always be a grace
because of the troubling gale
.
which influences our future sail
on the life’s mast
because of the same troubling gale
of the days of past.
(Poetic form:- Pantoum)
that feeling
you know that feeling
when out of nowhere,
a thought comes across your mind
and you want to jot it down,
.
not because it is an important thought
but because something within you is urging you
to bring out the flicker of that light
that passed by the contours of your mind,
.
scribble it on a piece of paper
with a blue ink or black or even red,
keep on writing till the time
you have completely puked it out,
.
then store it inside a table drawer
already flooding with many such others,
place it carefully at the top
to be read some time in the future,
.
when you have almost forgotten about it,
one day you find it lying there lifeless, still
and read it in the light of the day
and simply smile at that cold thing from the past.
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