Bewildered

blue_skyPhotograph © Yuhu Tama

As I walk back home, I notice that my clenched palm is desperately trying to retain the warmth of your touch. The cool breeze brushes across my skin like a wave, flashing me with images of moments we had just spent together. I take my place on a bench to reflect.

The long walk in the woods had been perfect. I remember how the little squirrels  scampered away at the sound of our laughter. I realize that I haven’t  laughed that much in a long while.

As the evening exiled the sun, I had embraced the darkness as your fingers began to trace the contour of mine. I recall how the touch of your cool fingers had spread ripples of  warm delight through me. As I relive that moment, a smile dawns on my face.

I see that the gravity of your personality could easily warp time. What felt like just a short while had turned out to be hours, in reality. I wonder how one person could be this interesting. A small voice begins to emerge from within me. “How long will this last?”, it whispers. I look at the crescent moon shining dimly above. Soon, it would be its time to fade into darkness. I feel lost without an answer.

Every breath I take echoes, within me, the fact that the time I have with you could be limited. The cool breeze begins to turn into a chill. Unsettled and Bewildered, I stand up and slowly walk back home, trying to calm the storm that has started to rage within me.

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Burn

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

It is time for me to burn,

with the desire to learn,

the truth and to spurn,

the ways of my past. I shall turn!

Late, it is never, to yearn,

for a brighter dawn’s return.

 The value, I will discern,

 of what my flame could pattern.

One day, my own love, I shall earn.

Oh, yes! I shall earn.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

The photograph is blurred. Isn’t it? It vaguely resembles what I see once I remove my glasses. This is my entry for this week’s photo challenge. The theme is Focus.

I wonder…

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Original Artwork © Yuhu Tama

 

“Beautiful and svelte”,
I heard everyone say,
while I craved for what her fingers felt,
as she held his hand that day.

Was it warm and rough
the way I remember it to be?
Why did he fade away in a puff,
paying no heed to my plea?

I wonder what he felt,
as she held his hand that day.

Did she paint her love,
on the lines in his palm?
The lines of who, was once my dove,
are lost from the songs of my Shawm.

I wonder what she felt,
as he held her hand that day.

As the diamond ring shone bright that night,
the lovely bride glowed with pride.
Did he forget our walk under the moonlight,
his promise to stay, forever, by my side?

I wonder what he felt,
as she held his hand that day.

Did his pulse thunder,
like the time he held my hand?
I can’t help but wonder,
if I’ll ever understand.

What now belongs to her,
I know, was once mine,
With every fading year,
I know not, if these memories would still shine.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

It has been a while, hasn’t it? I hope you guys are all doing just fine.

Dangerously Spiky!

I saw this amazing tree, covered with conical thorns, looking certainly uninviting. I believe this tree belongs to the genus Ceiba.

Me: “Oooh! Such a scary tree!

Tree: “Don’t judge me by my looks, lady. I’m kind, let me gift you a mirror.”

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Every branch, even the smallest one, is ornamented with such sharp spikes. The leaves look innocent though, as if they’ve got nothing to do with the scary branches.

Leaf : “At least, I’m pretty!”

Branch: Sharpening its spikes in the wind, “You said something, leaf?”

Leaf: Now scared, “I said, I’m pitied!”

spiky_tree2Photograph © Yuhu Tama

 

I guess it looked uninviting only for me. I saw a few ants coolly climbing this tree. I couldn’t help but wonder what they felt, as they treaded along this dangerous looking trail. May be its just a fun trek for these guys!

Ants: “Lets see who gets to the top, first. The one who reaches first, gets to sleep with the Queen! C’mon!”

spiky_tree1Photograph © Yuhu Tama

This reminds me of the widely opened mouth of a crocodile or an alligator, with sharp teeth. Yikes!

Dinosaur: “Hey! It kinda looks like my teeth too!”.

spiky_tree4Photograph © Yuhu Tama

Well, if this tree doesn’t spell Danger!, then what does?

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Yuhu’s Corner:

This is my entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is Danger!

New Year Resolutions

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

WORD COUNT: 99

Entries titled, “New year resolution” from a young woman’s diary.

January 1 2015:

Create a collection of your own miniature art. Make one every month.

By May 2015, an empty box labeled, ‘My Art’, found its permanent residence on the floor beside her brown stool.

January 1 2016:

You’re an art student for crying out loud! It doesn’t matter if you hate history. Read ‘Art through the ages’.

Gardner’s book soon joined the dusty box.

January 1 2017:

Learn ballroom dancing. Lose weight.

On April 22nd 2017, a few dozen spiderlings emerged from the labyrinth inside the dancing shoes. They viewed their neighborhood built by broken resolutions.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

 

Dense

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

The tree-lined path turned dark as she took the turn.

She stopped and stared blankly at the thick canopy far above.

“How Dense!!!”, she whispered, letting her sore eyes shed a few more tears,

wondering why she ever believed that he would never abandon her.

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

It’s always painful when someone breaks our trust. It’s important to know when to give up and move on. But are people worth giving up or should we just keep trying to make things up? I guess we need to realize when we aren’t needed anymore. That’s the cue to move forward. Isn’t it? I’m really not sure.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Word Count: 100 words

1:00am

A young boy sat on his bed. His heart thumped madly as he thought of  tomorrow. In one hand, he held a model of a ship and in the other, an airplane. Eying each of them, he let out a sigh. He barely slept that night.

10:00am

A school bus arrived to the Naval Dockyard carrying boys and their excited chatter. As they boarded the ship, the boy’s clenched palms started to sweat.

11:00am

The boy looked tired, as he sat beside other seasick friends. He then noticed an airplane soaring above. He smiled and whispered, “That’s the one!”.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

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His chair

via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

Alone, in the breezy air,
the chair rocks,
awaiting its owner, unaware
he now sleeps inside a box.

I calm the chair down,
gripping, tightly, its arm,
stopping its cry- the creaking sound,
for its seat is no longer warm.

Fun stories were once told,
in his Rhythmic rock back and forth.
The chair did still hold,
memories of children, glowing with mirth.

One among them, I was,
his favourite grandchild,
now at a complete loss,
filled with numbness so wild.

Slowly, I sit on his chair,
it cries with no choice.
And I finally dare,
to replay his loving voice.

He says, “Don’t cry,
Everything will be alright,
as time flies by”.
Tears flow down, as I hug his chair tight.

-Yuhu!!

Yuhu’s corner:

My grandparents passed away, when I was still a child. Sadly, I don’t remember much about them. I can only recall a vague figure.

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That thing

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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Photo Prompt. Photograph by Liz Young

 Word count: 100

“Wham!”, the 17 year-old slammed the door. She was breathing hard, trying to recover from what she just witnessed. Her mother emerged and began, “What you just saw…”. “You were making out”, the girl interjected, quietly walking away.

Later, packing a few things the girl peddled far away from “home”. Lost in thoughts, tears streaming down her eyes, she walked in the wilderness, drinking her beer, holding that thing, parceled under her arm. Suddenly, she let out a scream, threw the mannequin’s head on the ground and stamped on its face. Hurling the bottle, she bellowed, “You’ll NEVER replace Dad!!”

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.