happy-
a tiny word,
two syllables, still vast,
says everything, saying nothing
at all.
source- supermomceo.com
* Poetic form:- Cinquain(2-4-6-8-2)
* For dVerse Open Link Night. It is a crude creation but I have no other words to splash around right now.
Layette \ ley-ET \
Part of Speech: Noun
Meaning: an outfit of bedding, clothing, etc., for a new born baby
Origin: Layette entered English in the early 1800’s. It comes from the Middle French word laiete meaning “small box.”
Sentence: Since after she knew about her pregnancy, she had been busy shopping for the coming baby; things like soft toys, layette, etc.
He was turning out to be the person he wished he would never become. He was terrified of the boredom he was experiencing daily. It was as if he had nothing to do.
“The last book, I wrote, was five years back,” he told his close friend.
It was never published. Truthfully, none of his books were ever published. He had written a few books, some of them he could never convince himself to send to the publishing houses and while the others he had sent were kindly rejected, though he didn’t know because he never got a reply and he forgot it all with time.
“It is alright. You have a few ideas in your mind, right?”
“Yes, I have but they mean nothing till the time I start working on them. They have to come to life to mean something,” he desperately put forward his agony.
“Then work on them.”
“I can’t. Whenever I turn on my laptop and open a word document to type out the words ready to pour out of my soul, I end up typing not even a single word.”
“Why is it so?”
“It is because I feel doubtful either about my ideas or about my capability of working over them.”
He sipped his tea but didn’t pick up the almond cookie, even though he wanted to and rather just looked at it with a morbid sincerity.
“You are no longer enjoying your writing, are you?”
“I haven’t been writing. So, how can I tell?”
“It is okay. Take some time. And may be then you can join a creative writing class.”
“I am old now and there would be kids there.” He finally moved his hand towards the cookie to pick it up; it had lured him into a desire to consume it.
But his young friend’s hand was swifter and she picked it up and gobbled it down and his hands remained in an awkward position. It was the last cookie.
The thoughts of light had come to haunt her once again, when she was safely cocooned in her darkness.
“Why? Why do they come back?” she cried but there was nothing she could do. She had to face them because they were as real to her as her darkness.
She had left any hope for a bright future and was finally accepting her light-less fate. After falling down again and again, she had accepted her defeat against her demons who were now ruling her from within.
“Let me be alone. Let me be.”
The white glimpses of the happiness, the word she had forgotten, wouldn’t stop tormenting her. They were there to kill the very essence of her soul.
“Please go away. Please, I beg you,” she whimpered, suffocating in the brightness of those thoughts.
They were the instruments of her demons only to end whatever was left of her.
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*Written in response to VisDare Writing Prompt.
Hello,
I’m glad to inform you all that I’m publishing my first e-book right now.
It is titled The fragrance of the pouring rain and other poems by HA and here is the link:-
The fragrance of the pouring rain
I would be delighted if you all download it and then read it as well. Spread the word around; every one is welcome to download the e-book which is in pdf format.
Please do share it with anyone and everyone; mail it to your family members and friends and let the other bloggers know of it as well by re-blogging my post.
And do not forget to critique me on my first publication.
Some facts about the e-book:-
1. It is free of cost.
2. It is a collection of 16 poems; some of them are posted already either here or on 20 lines a day, while some others are from my personal collection.
3. It is my first publication and I’m really excited about it.
Love,
HA
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