Not your type???

via Daily Prompt: Aesthetic

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My appeal may not be “Aesthetic“. But I’m still human, still a woman. Who are you to judge me?

Yuhu!

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Understand me, please

via Daily Prompt: Invitation

Unwanted and unwelcome,
still, I come to you,
To you, without whom,
I’d never bloom.
Why do you wave me away?
Only for you, I crave.
I can be a pain sometimes,
But, don’t shut the door in my face.
Don’t invent ways to hide from me,
darling, I’ll discover newer ways to find you,
for my thirst for you is true.
Even without an Invitation,
I will fly in your direction,
to taste you once more,
even if it means death!
A mosquito can’t have it any other way.

Yuhu!

On a lighter note:
Still not impressed Ms.Mosquito.

Still exquisite

via Daily Prompt: Exquisite

It was time,
she could bear it no longer.
To escape to the other side,
was her only choice.

She knew the price she had to pay,
but her determination did not sway.
Brave, yet shuddering,
she reached the border,
to face the guarding devils.

Stripped naked,
brutally raped and violated,
to the content of devils’ hearts,
she was strewn over the drying river.
The now crimson coast,
glittered under the blanket,
of the moonlit sky.

With what still remained,
she dragged herself across the river.
Reaching the shore of hope,
she arose, tall and strong.
Every drop of water,
that dripped from her,
drew away all traces,
of the evil’s touch.

Bidding farewell to the dark night,
she walked into the light,
of the now dawning sky.
She dazzled brighter,
than the ascending sun.
For what was mangled,
was only her insignificant body.
Her spirit and soul,
stronger and Exquisite, still,
would build her up,
yet, again.

Yuhu!!

Won’t you come back?

via Daily Prompt: Capable

Baby,

I know after all that has happened, you wouldn’t probably want to get back together with me. I know it sounds absurd and I know what kind of hell, I put you through. Babe, I just want to apologize and hold you again. I want you back. I want you to have me again in your life. I’m not sure if you are with someone else now. Damn! But I gotta say what I gotta say.

These few months without you have been painful as hell. I cannot describe how I feel. I mean… It’s not possible for you to know what I went through. I mean, I didn’t know that it would this painful. I did not realize what you have become in my life. I did not realize. I was blind! I was a fool. You are still a part of me, darling. You are me. I mean… Gosh!! I can’t explain. I love you. I miss you. You have no idea… I had no idea… I sometimes get up in the middle of the night and search for you beside me. When it hits me that you aren’t there, it kills me. I don’t sleep. When you left, I thought I was going to be free. But I am trapped without you, babe. You don’t know. I mean.. You really don’t know. I can’t believe how much I depend on you. I thought that it was taking away my freedom and independence or whatever I thought it was. But… But, I was wrong. I admit it. I admit it. All my ego, crushed. I am crushed. I need you to come back and save me. Only you. Just you.

I know… I know… I am being a coward writing this mail to you. I know. But I don’t have the guts to face you after all that I said. All those years with you, were magical. Your support and love was everything, is everything. Without you I am just… I’m just an empty shell. It’s been weeks since I smiled or even slept… I see you everywhere. I see you in the couch, near the fridge, in the bed beside me, everywhere. And the thought that it is not real is killing me. I need you. You are the necessity of my life. I am not sure if it is good for me to feel this way… But I feel, I just feel that without you, life doesn’t make sense. No sense.

Please come back to me, babe. I hope you respond to this. Damn! Even one of those smilies would do. Something… Anything… Just speak to me. We can set things right. I think I am finally Capable of giving you the kind of love you want. No, the kind of love you deserve. I just want you to forgive me, please. And come back… I can’t… I can’t imagine going on without you. Please… Call me or mail me or whatever.. Just ping me in any way. I’ll be there. I’ll be there for you. I mean.. I will be. You have all your freedom to decide whether you will give me another chance or not, but there is a little part of me, that is hoping that you haven’t moved on. I love you, like never before. Trust me.

Always yours,

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-Yuhu!!

Yuhu’s corner
I wonder if they got back together. What do you think?

The first diary entry

via Daily Prompt: Someday

12th Jan 2017

Ah! Half of the first month of this year is almost already over, and I haven’t done anything in my ‘To-do’ list for the year. Well, not anything, I am starting with the first and the second points today. I don’t know if people actually write nicely (good language and stuff) in their diary. I am just going to write whatever comes to my mind.

You can do this! (2017 Positivity list)
1. Check this to-do list every Thursday. Write the pros and cons of each bullet point and see the improvement in your life.

2. Maintain a diary. (Please)
3. Spend less time on Facebook
4. Try not to kill your boss.
5. Find a decent boy friend.
6. Marry on or before Dec 25th 2017.
7. Start a good hobby.
8. Keep up with it.

Alright, here we go. The third one.

3. Spend less time on Facebook

Update: On an average I am now on Facebook just for four hours a day. Just for the record, it was at least 8 to 9 hours before.
Pros:
1. Nothing much.
2. Slight Tremendous improvement in self control.
3. May be a good idea to get back to reality. (I hope. Not just my fingers, but all possible joints are crossed)
Cons:
1. I feel very lonely now.
2. I have to wait toooo long to know what my friends are up to.
3. My friends think I am depressed (When I say I am trying to do other creative stuff, they are assured that I am indeed depressed. I think they think that way because I don’t have a boy friend. But really, that’s not the point. OK. I should be organized. The ‘boy friend’ issue will be addressed in point 5)
4. I feel I have no life in the real world.

I don’t feel very good about this now. May be I should write the Cons first and then the Pros.  Anyways, moving on to the fourth.

4. Try not to kill your boss

Update: I did not kill my boss.
Cons:
1. He exists.
Pros:
1. This is something I really am proud of myself for.
2. I can now tolerate being in the same room as he is.
3. I smiled at him (I can’t believe it myself) yesterday and he was totally shocked (The shock didn’t kill him though. Pity.)
4. I could possibly get a hike soon, if I keep this up.
5. Jenny asked me the secret of my sudden transformation. No one has ever considered my opinion before, well, except for in fashion, though. I meant not for real life situations. Hey! I don’t mean fashion isn’t a real life thing. It’s just… Oh! You know what I mean.

Oh God! I dread this part. I am clubbing points five and six together. I mean, they are linked, so…

5. Find a decent boy friend.
6. Get married on or before Dec 25th 2017.

Update: I did not find a boy friend. Not sure about the Dec 25th thing. I smiled at the new guy at work, though. (This hurts!)
Cons:
1. I haven’t found my soul mate yet.
2. I am going to be thirty one this December and I am not married! (Well, I think Monica married Chandler in her thirties. Oh! They aren’t even real. Point number 6, better work!!)
3. My biological clock is ticking! What about babies? I love them. Oh, no!
4. Who am I kidding? This list could be long. I am stopping now. I am almost crying.
Pros:
1. Absolutely no pros, what so ever.

(After 10 minutes)

2. Alright, I am finding quality time to spend with myself. Oh! Hell! Who cares about that. I say it again- No pros. None.

OK, I am losing my patience. I am clubbing points two, seven and eight together (Might as well club all the points and say I haven’t done anything. Why bother??).

(After 5 minutes)

2. Maintain a diary.
7. Start a good hobby.
8. Keep up with it.

Update: I started writing the diary today, that’s my hobby. I’ll find something better soon.
Cons:
1. I am seeing that my life is terrible when I write these down.
2. I don’t know if all my entries would look this way.
Pros:
1. I wrote what I felt. I can’t believe there are these many issues bubbling inside me.
2. I just started today so I can’t really comment.

I feel tired right now. What am I doing with my life? I should get it back in good shape. No one is going to fall in love with me when I’m in such a mess. Heroes rescuing girls in trouble, happens only in movies. I have to build my life again and get in good shape. I will. I must. I can’t keep depending on others for help. I should be there for myself. I have to try to get things better. It has to. It will. May be if I just keep pushing a little bit each day, things will set themselves right someday. Yeah! Someday….

-Yuhu!

On a lighter note
This is not my diary entry. Thank God!

The poem

via Daily Prompt: Cling

She looked at the daily prompt. It was the word ‘cling’. She stared at the word on her laptop. Her husband, a successful blogger, had asked her to try her hand at blogging. She had initially protested against the idea, but gave in when her husband pulled her leg saying, “You know, the world would have something to laugh at, if you pen down your crazy thoughts.” She knew he meant well, so she agreed. And here she was now, in front of her laptop wondering why anyone on earth would give the word ‘cling’ to write about. A word like ‘love’, ‘treasure’ or ‘life’, she could have handled. But ‘cling’? Really?

She thought the best way to come up with an idea, was to organize her thoughts. She closed her eyes and asked herself, “Hmm.. What comes to my mind when I think of ‘cling’?”. Immediately, an image popped up. A monkey! There was a baby monkey clinging on to its mother in the image. “Seriously? I can’t write a poem about a monkey!!! Anyway, moving on”, she thought. But she did not. She started seeing all kinds of baby monkeys hanging on to their mothers. Exasperated, she concluded that organizing her only thought of monkeys wasn’t helping. So she decided to start writing whatever came to her mind, instead. That was precisely what her wise husband had once said, “I just start writing and the words flow. You can’t really control the words once you start writing”. She desperately hoped that the tip would work. And so she began.

“Like a baby monkey,
hanging on to its mother,
My love, I want to cling to you.”

Not another monkey!!! This time she was mad and struck it off.

“Like a baby monkey,
hanging on to its mother,
My love, I want to cling to you.”

As her husband was away on a business trip for a week, she couldn’t bug him for help. So she looked around her room to find something to distract her thoughts (anywhere away from monkeys was good!). Moving around the house alone, she remembered how she used to cling on to her husband and walk around that way. She loved the fact that he was a tall man. Suddenly the usage of the word struck her. She wanted to give writing, another try. She wrote.

“Please come back soon,
I can’t wait to cling to you,
and scream ‘yahoo'”

She looked at what she had written. “There is nothing more cheesier than these stupid lines”, she thought. How  a  cute and a romantic idea could be butchered by words was now clear to her. What sounded great in her head, read horrific on paper. So she did the obvious thing.

“Please come back soon,
I can’t wait to cling to you,
and scream ‘yahoo'”

“The monkeys were better”, she thought. Giving up on the idea of writing, she got back to her other works. “Anyway, I am not born to write”, she consoled herself, to feel less guilty about the two failed attempts.

Before going to bed she checked her e-mail. Her husband had written a poem for the daily prompt challenge. “Interesting, business tour”, she thought, wondering how her husband had had the time to write a poem amidst his trip. She read the poem. This is how it went.

I miss you

Although away from you,
all I see is you,
I wish you were here,
smiling your crooked smile,
and narrating your crazy tales.

Every second without you,
reminds me that, what I have each day,
with you, my love,
can never be exchanged,
not for the all riches of the world,
and not for any fame,
for you alone are my fortune.

Your lunatic ways,
make me a child again,
Your wonderful kiss,
makes me hope again,
I love everything in you,
even when you Cling on to me,
and howl ‘yahoo’.

Her husband had found time to tell the world that he missed her. She smiled and then grinned. She loved the last two lines of his poem, the most.  She was overjoyed that her husband had thought of the same thing as her. But a voice inside her, reminded her that there were no monkeys in his poem. Making a mental note to ask him if monkeys did come to his mind when he heard the word ‘cling’, she started reading the poem again, for her hero had written something just for her.

-Yuhu!

An attempt, totally worth

via Daily Prompt: Uneven

The house was crowded. Children of different ages and sizes had already formed groups. A circle of five and six year olds were animatedly discussing how many different rhymes and numbers each of them knew, by heart. While the six year olds boasted that knew numbers above a hundred, the five year olds couldn’t help but envy their cousins.

Just then auntie brought a basket full of fresh apples and placed it on the table. No one noticed, except one five year old. Her eyes were fixed on the apples. They were beautifully red and the tiny drops of water on the apples, made them more attractive. She couldn’t go and grab one, as her auntie had not yet invited them to start eating. While her aunt was busy bringing other sweets and snacks to the table, her cousins had now shifted the topic to the new toys each of them owned. She was in no mood to brag now. She was into the apples.

She noticed quickly that she wasn’t the only spectator. Her elder brother was watching too. She knew what that meant-“War”. She saw auntie adjusting her outfit. Now that was the cue. She would call attention to herself any moment now. The little girl was all set and so was her brother. “I won’t lose to him”, she thought. Just then her aunt called out, “Everyone, please help yourselves”, pointing to the rich table beside her. “You too children. There are chocolates and candy. We have ice cream too”, she added proudly. Turning a deaf ear to the parents’ warnings and protests for the children to not have too many sweets, they ran towards the table.

The little girl, with a different aim, dashed to reach out to her apple. The basket was placed at the center of the table and her hands wouldn’t just reach. Her brother came to the other side of the table, smiling maliciously at her, and picked up the apple. How she wished she was a grown up. He extended his arm to give the apple to her. She couldn’t believe it. “Is this real? Is he really giving me the apple?”, she thought. She stood on her toes and stretched her hand to take the apple offered by her kind brother. And then, he retrieved his arm and laughed. She couldn’t believe, that her brother could be so mean. He playfully extended his arm again, as if he really meant to give it to her this time. She knew what he would do next so she simply scowled at him. Just then, her uncle came along, took the apple from his hand and placed it on hers. “Now come on, fruits are good for you. Listen to your brother and eat this”, he said, as he ruffled her brother’s hair before congratulating her parents about the kindness of her brother. This was the best moment in her life. Leaving her brother to handle the shock, she laughed and went to her group, happily sinking the remaining of her milk teeth into her juicy apple.

After a while, her brother joined their group. He was four years senior to them. While all her cousins felt honored  by his presence, she did not. He asked, “Hey! How many of you had apples? I need to collect their seeds. Auntie wants to plant some apple trees”. One of her cousins piped with an air of utmost importance, “We did not have apples”. “Only she did”, he said pointing his chubby finger towards her. The little girl replied timidly, “I ate  it. I did not know”. “WHAT??”, bellowed her brother. “You ate the entire apple, including the seeds?”. “Well, yeah. I did not know that she wanted them”, she mumbled. “Who cares about that? You are not supposed to eat the seeds of an apple”, he said in a worried tone. “Why?” questioned many of her cousins, in unison. “There is no time to explain. I think she will need surgery. I should tell Mama”, he said urgently. She had never seen her brother this worried before. She became nervous. “Please tell me why. I need to know”, she begged. “Is she going to die?”, asked someone from her group. Everyone’s eyes were now on her. “No. Even worse. If we don’t remove the apple seeds within an hour…” he paused. “Otherwise what?”, asked the children. “Otherwise, an apple tree will start growing inside her”, he finished dramatically.

Some children smiled and some looked terrified. The little girl touched her tummy to examine. Nothing had started to grow yet. She looked at her brother suspiciously. Her brother recognized the mistrust and said, “My friend did the same thing too. He ate some apple seeds, by mistake, and within an hour, an apple tree started growing inside him. He was scared to tell his parents, so he did not. The next day, the entire tree had grown. His body was now Uneven, with branches coming out of his ears and mouth”, he said, to an audience, listening to him with utmost attention and terror. “You know from where the roots came out, don’t you?”, he asked. At once, her brother and her cousins looked at her bottom. Screaming, she ran to parents. As she ran, she envisaged a huge branch coming out of her ears. And the roots! She did not want to think about the roots. “Mommy!!! Mommy!!!”, she shouted as she ran into her mother. “Apple tree…” she breathed, with tears in her eyes. “I can’t go potty anymore, because of the roots”, she cried. Her mother practically clueless, stared blankly at her. By then, a few of the elders gathered around the crying child. She explained to her ignorant mother what danger she was in. “That’s not true, honey”, she consoled the child. “He was just picking on you”, she said.

The boy saw his little sister glare at him. His mother had a dangerous look on her face. The other elders shook their head dismally for his behavior. He knew what was coming, but it was totally worth it.

Yuhu!

Like the moon

via Daily Prompt: Shine

Marred and scarred,
like the moon,
I am not perfect.
I could be trouble,
I’m no sweet bubble.

Like the moon,
I’ll never reveal my other side,
I will always be a mystery,
Some nights, I will bring no light,
Even if you moon over me.

On a few days, I will Shine.
In my glory, your tiny stars will fade.
Once more, I will light up,
making your life beautiful,
but, just for a flash.

Then, like your hope,
I will start to wane.
I will sneer and smile,
as I disappear.
Your calls or cries,
I shall not hear.

Slowly, I return, yet again,
to see the fool in you,
still waiting for me.
Your patience,
is pure annoyance.
For me to brighten your life,
just for that one night,
is that all you seek?
Don’t you know,
I’m about to leave,
tantalizing you,
letting you alone to grieve?

Marred and scarred,
like the moon,
I am not perfect.
I am trouble,
I’m no sweet bubble.

Yuhu!

What do you see?

via Daily Prompt: Specific

When I look into you, I see,
your carefree nature,
the strength of your mental stature,
the awe in your eyes when you are one with nature,
your heart, so pure and mature,
these few, among the countless, reasons
why I fell in love with you.

Your voice that’s a magic spell,
those funny stories that you tell,
the days you just sit still,
with no words to fill,
your curling brown hair,
that kisses your cheek,
the way you click your pen,
as you sit down to read,
the shape your eyebrows make,
when you taste your favorite cake,
the way you hum a song,
with a few words gone wrong,
are a few Specific details,
the little ones that entail,
my earnest love for you.

Now I see you watching me,
as you look into my eyes,
with that gentle, loving smile,
I wonder what you perceive?

Yuhu!