quenching flames....

drops of coolant, fallen on burning dzire

to see, just a mere glance of her magical eyes

and they evaporated in fumes, 

declaring need of a mayhem or snow fall?

caressing with care & looking those pair

of  beauty &depth, as love was in the air

taste &touch, drenched every moment

days became hours and hours, seconds...

smile, that made all fallen in straight

was decorating her eyes, lips &face

neither wanted to part again

all they were doing was to refrain

from even thought, of going apart

but unknowing of every thing coming a dart

that morning sun wasn't as bright

air wasn't as crispy &light

still they enjoyed the feeling or them

or being one, being integral, in the quenching flames

55 Fiction#1:alive..

 55 Fiction is a form of micro-fiction that refers                                 

to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of                                       

fifty-five words.                                                                                     

It is my first attempt for 55 fiction.  I hope from all the reader to bear with & provide their valuable suggestion

they chuckled together.
enduring emotions made it impossible for him to refrain from ensuring more time with her.
He asked her,'" why don't you get enrolled in my college"
she replied,"I would have indeed, if  I have been Alive" still smiling.
It is hard to say what was he? dumb stuck or horrified?

Ankahi...

 

kuchh tha shayad,

mukammal nahi

bas tha kuchh

ankaha, unchhua,

deh jarjar ho chali thi usaki,

roondi ja chuki thi

anginat bar, anjaano se

jo janate the

woh janane layak na the

khilkhilahat

usaki chahu aur vyapt hai

naino mien chamak

deh vishakt hai

usaki thokar mien hai

zindagi

phir bhi na jane kyun

udaas hai

par

koi chhoo na paya

usaki rooh ko

paak..

nirmal...

pyaasi ...

aadhoori......

kab  hogi usaki peeda, damit

kab hogi woh

poori

Picture Courtesy: Gautam & Insignia

Squirrel

As I entered the gate of my home a familiar sensation went through the curtain. He smiled to see her & hugged her to feel the breath of her. was it love? even he didn't know that.

What did he know is:

When he glances on her...he smiles
Its great to see if she is happy.
having a meal with her, makes his day awesome.
time fly by with her.
if she is quite, life gets a pause 

 Who is she? 

Squirrel 

yeah! you heard right. She is a Squirrel. 

Biology...

Em-blazing eyes were falling on cool water fall, which was feeling guilty for not quenching this pair with its cooling effect.

Furious.Yes, it was right word for her state. She was furious on herself. How could she do that? Wasn't she challenging her own existence all together.

whole night passed by and then while mechanically performing her daily course of living hood she walked towards back home. It was quiet evening as usual but inside her she could not specify if it was volcano or hurricane, though outcomes are not too different. Death.

She, her mom told her, she wasn't her mom(!!??)

Blankness..

Its there

in every spoken or unspoken word

in yesterday, today or even future...

every wrinkle of her weary skin

heart, arteries, or in the jugular vein

creeping age, moment by moment

peeping chasm, from the corners of eyes

it wasn't weaved in destiny

have not you found blankness killer?