Tiny Miscalculation (Trifextra: Week Eighty-One)

“You are like spring, most cherished of all the four seasons “.

“Actually, where I come from, there are five, I assume you have missed monsoon”.

 “…..”.

“She’s way out of your league man”.

Rotten Luck ( Trifextra : Week Seventy-Nine)

"Say it already, or your face will turn blue ".

"I told you so”, she said dryly.

"Let’s run before somebody sees your masterpiece, hurry! “.

“Treasure was supposed to be here " ,he sighed .

Sweet Nothings ( Trifecta Week : Eighty-Five )

We spend our whole lives just living, the same manner, same people, and life just passes by, and then, sometimes everything just stops for a moment, you freeze and can almost count your breath, batting of your eyelashes.
And that’s how I had felt  the first time I saw him  , no words or customary glances were exchanged , and yet I could feel my heart beating against my chest .

I admit it was a strange experience ,having never really fancied a person of flesh and blood but only those tucked in corners of my sweet smelling books , I felt my world had somehow melted  , I almost hated him .
He slept with his mouth wide open , talked  too much , and never seemed to lack female company , it annoyed me to a great extent ,I willed myself not  to look at him or offer any sign of acquaintance .

But good things only last as long as they do, little by little my armor started breaking, I began to notice him more often. He did not help any further by appearing everywhere I went.Even his casual glance or query made me fly ,my toes would curl and it took every ounce of will not to show it .

I know for a fact that I am nothing that could live up to him , I am still an overgrown child who is clinging to her childish antiques cause she is quite afraid of future and he is a man .
Surprisingly I don't feel heartbroken either , I even feel grateful knowing that I am capable of such emotion ,  however I cannot bear being his friend .

As of now I am quite uncertain of my future, my passions , but I know one thing with conviction, I will never forget him, I will tuck him in my memory with care along with all the fictional men I have ever fancied and that is saying a lot in itself , wouldn't you say .

AT DAWN (Trifecta: Week Eighty-One )

  

It was raining heavily outside; this was common in the country.

She loved the  rain , and the aftermath , the smell of earth ,it's freshness , it reminded  her of those days  when she  would dance fearless in the rain, nothing weighing her down , liberated and open to anything .

It was a pity that it didn't last forever.

"But I am here now, and for a purpose “.

She had to remind her self consistently that there was no other option than staying there.

She missed her home, her mother’s laughter, father’s stern glances,  their bickering,  associations she had formed over the years; she even missed the neighbor’s vicious cat with an innocent face that could melt an iceberg.

And here she was million miles away, following her dreams .She wondered if it was worth the price.

There were days she just wanted to leave everything and  run away like a child, and every time her father's words stopped her.

“I know that in this world finding your place is the most difficult thing to do, I am proud of you for doing this .

Even her mother who was overly cautious about everything supported her ,and never even once spoke of missing her fearing that it might weaken her .

She gathered her wits and tried to live each day one day at a time , she owed it to them and above all to herself .

She looked outside and her face relaxed, the dawn had brought along a beautiful companion ,it's colours running across the sky like a never-ending dream .

It's light illuminated her lonely heart; she blew away a  kiss hoping that it would reach home and whisper endearingly  that she would be back soon.

Witness ( Trifecta : Week Seventy )

“When younger I wondered, if one could witness what those people endured from up here, safely ".

“ And now ? “.

“I just want one to witness mine ", She said with sadness lingering in her eyes.

Anything but Ordinary

It is said a known Devil is always better than the unknown .What they don’t tell is how heavy the chains of unknown feel like, your senses tend to blur, even dreams offer no comfort but tend to reprimand  ,it feels similar to a person quenching with thirst looking for quantum of solace.

People tend to scorn at you for paying attention to ridiculous things, mostly blaming you for being over ambitious, yet all you feel is tiredness, aghast at how one is willing to live and make peace with mediocrity. On most days it seems you are walking among dead, unaware souls who appear so blissful that one questions their own sanity.

Being a strong believer of virtue and will within humans, you just want to find your place in this world.

It is not luxury or fame that you desire, but a believe that you are capable of something, that you won’t pass from this world just as you came .You wish to feel redeemed, worthy of your existence .You wish to love something from the bottom of your heart and give a shape to it with your hands, like a mother would groom her child.

It is the hardest things to desire for; it has no price tag, and no one can provide it to you.

So one tends to alienate oneself, keep digging for it, earning a few disappointments and valuable lessons on the journey, failures gripping at your neck like snakes, and desperately hoping that someday destiny reveals itself for better.

And all I have to say is that if you are so, you are not alone, just keep hanging in there. I am sure you will be just fine.

Deliberate act of Kindness

Trifecta Week Seventy-Seven 

This weeks challenge :

DELIBERATE
1: characterized by or resulting from careful and thorough consideration <a deliberate decision>
2: characterized by awareness of the consequences<deliberate falsehood>
3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 

• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 

• The word itself needs to be included in your response. 

• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 

This was something i was itching to  write :).
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Deliberate act of Kindness 

His sunken eyes, pale skin made her painfully aware of him .She tried not to think of days, he had stood tall, cruel lines of his jaw which chose words carefully to inflict scars on her.

It took her sometime to realize that this deliberate act of cruelty was how he had chosen to love her.

More than she knew his heart broke each time her eyes would swell with tears that  dared not to betray her .She had seen his anger and disappointment ,but never his pride and love .

And now it was too late, he was there, lifeless, a shadow of this former self. It tore her apart to know that she would never be able to tell him that she had finally understood why.

Being a politician’s daughter was never easy, they had no life of their own, especially the honorable ones, that truly cared.

Her father had been such and had always found himself isolated .So he chose to break her in little pieces himself before the world could and teach her to pick them herself , even though it meant alienating her .

And she had been foolish, youthful, addicted to fairy tales; she had just wanted a knight with shining armour to sweep her off her feet. She used to picture herself as a damsel in distress with a tyrant father who enjoyed making her miserable.

Her foolishness had cost him his life, yet his final words to her was that even though he had not been the best; she should know that no one had loved her more.

As the final rituals were completed, she whispered to him “Father, I would sacrifice anything to have you stand by me, do the pass de deux with you in the waltz of this politics”.

She insanely expected him to answer back and say “Foolish girl, you must never show vulnerability “.

She wiped her tears, and swore to set things right, there was no going back now.

she dreamt of him

This weeks Trifecta Challenge ( Week Seventy-Six ) .
BLOOD (noun)

1

a (1) : the fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing away waste products from all parts of the body (2) : a comparable fluid of an invertebrate

b : a fluid resembling blood

2

: the shedding of blood; also : the taking of life

3

a : lifeblood; broadly : life

b : human stock or lineage; especially : royal lineage <a prince of the blood>

c : relationship by descent from a common ancestor : kinship

d : persons related through common descent : kindred

e (1) : honorable or high birth or descent (2) : descent from parents of recognized breed or pedigree

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 

• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 

• The word itself needs to be included in your response. 

• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
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Here I go ...

SHE DREAMT OF HIM .

She dreamt of him,

Her nightmare, her knight,

Hard to separate,

Cursed he was,

Lust and thirst in his veins .

Yet, cursed she was,

She dreamt of him,

Good days, he shower her with flowers,

Hold her like porcelain,

Bad days, would crash her,

Inflict wounds on her soul .

Broken and twisted,

Driven insane with his needs,

Forsaking her loyalty,

Still helpless like a child,

Addicted to legacy of his blood,

Begging for her grace .

Each time she would pick up,

Those shattered pieces in vain,

Hoping it was for last,

Still it vanished at dawn,

Forgotten like an insignificant dream,

Was she to blame,

Cause she dreamt of him?

Story of a She-Zombie ( Tifecta Week : Sixty Six )

“Why? “.

“Nothing personal, hubby wanted to defy death, it backfired, and criminals have such nice ...”

"Vital organs, Nice meeting you ".She said gleefully before plunging a knife into him.

“Quit drooling dear “.

Doors and Walls ( Trifecta : Week Seventy-Five )

There he stood, alone, outcast and abash, stinking from blood and rotten flesh of his brothers.

And yet all he could ever muster was pity for their apathetic souls, one that did not care for freedom or justice, accustomed to torment.

They choose to close their door rather than embrace the uprising,

But that did not cause him agony, it was the walls surrounding them that kept him awake, so strong that even death of their own kin could not crack it.

He was being crucified, so as to set an example for others .They took amusement thinking they had sought an end fitting for a legend.

He had no care to beg for mercy or feel sorrow for his end.

In his final hour, he prayed that someday they would wake up , look outside the window and get the courage to break free from their  chains ,  rise and fight  for their prerogative ,one which was practiced so freely by others .

And he would watch from heavens cheering them, and in the aftermath will welcome them in his arms.

For now, he took solace in the fact that he was dying a free man.

Broken not Bored (Trifecta Week :Sixty Five )

The dull-orange sky made her think of days with rose-tinted glasses accompanied with
 a devil-may-care  attitude , now replaced by stained-glass sharp around the edges ,
raven-black nights  ,

but at least she wasn't bored-to-death .

Home ( Trifecta Week Sixty three )

 Back then we didn’t have fire or food, but we sought after a dream seen in wake ,of having a home in a foreign land, it fed us and chanted sweet lullabies.

Seven Deadly Sins ( Trifecta week :seventy two )

Tonight she had to make a decision. Her father had organized a ball for her to choose a suitor.

She prepared herself eagerly in white strapless shimmering gown which ended in ruffles, she entered the ballroom with grace resembling an angel fallen from above, a creature aware of her beauty.

Music started playing, she was aware of the eyes roaming on her boldly and there she sat untouched waiting on her throne.

“My lady, give me the honor to dance with you “.

His voice was silky, full of pride, and eyes that gave away nothing.

Out of pure curiosity, she took his hand, he moved in measured steps, calculating his prey’s endurance.

Later ,she danced into arms of another, he twirled her eagerly, desire evident in his eyes.

Her rescue came in form of red haired man, he took her as if she was precious rare jewel and dared another man to touch her and suffer his wrath.

But, she had a treacherous heart never pleased so she drifted to arms of another, one who looked at her eagerly as if to consume her, he seemed to wish beyond his standing .

Another finally approached her hesitantly having waited his turn and eyeing others enviously, she danced with him while noticing the only man who did not approach her but keenly observed her nonetheless.

Music ended and she sat alone isolated with her thoughts.

“Have you made a decision Daughter? “.

Each tried to please her, brew alchemy in her heart, own her.

“Father, it is not in my nature to be satisfied, I deserve more “.She said callously.

The Pursuit of Happiness

Sometimes , the greatest of all battles is with oneself .One doesn't realize that we get in our own way .
So i ask of you to choose happiness everyday ,one day at a time , write a ode to yourself , throw it out to universe and let it reflect back and seep into your bones ,pursue it  till your last breath .
Good luck . :)

Singing for Vultures (trifecta week : seventy one )

“Have you ever auditioned for Broadway?” asked a mesmerized bystander.

“I am afraid not “came an unusually calm reply.

“Well, you must! You deserve more than singing in hope for charity by others, goddess muse herself resides in you, and your presence is unworthy for common man .You must let me help you .”

This petite girl gave the man a very thoughtful look and replied expressionlessly “The world doesn't care neither for art nor integrity “, they rain accolades on us like the one they reserve for strippers and in return we are expected to rip off our very souls for their amusement and yet, they are never satiated till one is left nothing more than flesh and bones “.

There was a flicker of sadness in her eyes which vanished as soon as it came.

“Big words spoken on an empty stomach .You will eventually learn “came a scornful reply.

“Here, take my card, reach out to me when your integrity is not good enough to feed you “.

“Thank you “, she took it callously.

As soon as the man was out of sight, she tore the card into pieces with rage and took deep breaths.

A limousine rolled in front of her, and the window slid down with intent of drawing minimal attention.

“Miss, you must hurry, you have a performance tonight, your team is waiting for you backstage “.

“Yes”, she seated herself gracefully on the backseat.

“Pardon me miss, but this behavior is precarious “.

She didn't reply  and he knew her enough not to expect any.

It does not please me, it is the only time I feel alive, rest is just to be relevant for those vultures .She thought to herself mournfully. 

Satisfaction (Rework)

 “Ever heard  curiosity killed the cat ? “.

“Honey, there is always a method to my madness and besides nobody but the cat knows

     that satisfaction got her back “, came a cheeky reply .

Trifecta Challenge

“Snooping around Donovan’s account, he can sue us!  “, said Marco with an exasperated look.

 “Ever heard the curiosity killed the cat “.

“Honey, there is always a method to my madness and besides nobody but the cat knows

     that satisfaction got her back “, came a cheeky reply from Maya.

She had a flawed heart filled with rebellion and yearning for wilderness which she had  crushed, to be with   them, and now it would hurt to remember each time.

“Honey, bran needs to be fed “said her husband.

“Coming dearest “, she said with a smile that never reached her eyes.http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/03/trifextra-week-sixty.html