tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134849312024-03-07T22:17:52.154+05:30ScribblesZA Vinayak Mohanlal Space - Singing Happily A Music Called Life!Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-35089063335423094822011-12-31T16:31:00.000+05:302014-11-26T13:31:32.587+05:30I Will Miss You...
“I miss you. You have the best of all in this world. I am
always there for you if you need me! I will always be smiling and cheerful the
way you wanted. I am having my tears while typing this. Keep smiling and have a
rocking life. Love and luck will always be with you. Always yours…”
He clicked the button to reply. Thoughts crossed his mind. Meaningless
words they were he felt. She even&Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-65933819907613974572011-07-24T00:10:00.001+05:302014-11-26T13:57:37.276+05:30Stress...
Give me that stare now
Your eyebrows raised and shaped
Wide smile on your lips
Those dimples round and deep
Your cheeks rosy; and innocent
Sparkles in your eyes
Just hug me forever
So that i feel real bliss
All my stress vanished
Form of Poetry : Haiku / Senryu
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He was standing there alone. Lost in the crowd. People were running here and there. On the streets cars and motorbikes were honking and speeding away. Everyone rushing towards their destination, busy with their own activities...
A 30-some with a velvet handbag stepping into a mall, a school kid waving hands, an elderly couple, hordes of 20-some couples, a street vendor selling 'vada pavsVinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-49907385141157188032011-03-04T12:00:00.003+05:302014-11-26T13:57:59.914+05:30Fire...
At first, it was Fire of love...
It grew in ourselves and flamed our passions and dreams!
A fire to love, care and fight for the love.
Later, it was Fire of words...
It grew in ourselves and distanced our stance!
A fire to burn, fight and hate the love.
Now, it is Fire of destruction...
It grew on its own and burnt our lives!
A fire which purified all mistakes and burnt our love.
Fire, itVinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-28318403925285451162011-02-28T17:50:00.004+05:302014-11-26T14:02:49.197+05:30Care...
She woke up from her sleep. Her nose was blocked and throat was paining. He had already left for office. She gave him a call.
"Hello", she said, in a broken voice.
"Honey, have some medicine, food and sleep for a while too. You will be all fine", he quipped.
Sometimes, words shows it all; she thought.
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She heard him calling her name. She looked everywhere. She could see huge crowd spread over but not him. She walked ahead.
"Suzzanne", the voice was near. She turned back and saw him slowly reaching to her, with his hands wide open yearning for her hug. And someone blocked the view.
She woke up. Damn, this dream!
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A mail popped up on her laptop.
"We have gone too far, opposite, enough not to return. We both tried, together, enough to come back. Its time, we should stop hurting each other; be in pain forever. Lets remain the distant. You are a free bird. Good luck"
"Same to you", she replied.
Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-32608403024364078112011-01-21T15:53:00.002+05:302014-11-26T13:59:27.980+05:30Gone Are...
Gone are those days, sweet,
When we used to die to run out of office and meet at that place,
shaded with tree's and wrenched benches..!!
Gone are those days...
Gone are those days, sweet,
When I stand besides you watching you talk to your friends
and the breeze gets me a share of your smell!!
Gone are those days..!!
Gone are those days, sweet,
When you sat behind me, Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-62860582702154737032010-07-02T13:10:00.005+05:302014-11-26T13:59:36.626+05:30All Alone...
I was all alone
Sea waves touching my feet
I was all alone
an ocean relaxing in front of me
beautiful and feminine
I was all alone
serene skies with no limits
brightest clouds, scattered throughout
migrating birds, thousands of them, passing by
I was all alone
sea shells, scattered
making a pattern on the beach
giving me company
I was all alone
thoughts rushing
in one aspect, in Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-78062510030657661632010-06-10T18:13:00.000+05:302014-11-26T13:59:59.453+05:30It Was Raining...
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It’s almost a year, no; to be precise, day after tomorrow, its exactly one year. Didn’t even realize how days went by.
We will be celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary. He seems to be happy. I should also be happy, or not; I surpassed five years.
From the day I got into the marriage trap.
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Feeling low, down with few pegs
Still, it never dies
My love, for single malt whisky
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Four days she was not there
Missed her, completely
And then she came, damn!!
.
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“These days your number of calls had reduced” She said in a grinned voice while resting her head on his chest. She tightened her grip around him. A deep sigh followed.
He was still reading the messages unread from his blackberry.
“You don’t even keep my messages in your mobile. Earlier you used to keep all my lovey-dovey messages send by me. Nowadays since I am always available with you, you Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-70647090888048903022010-03-01T08:00:00.000+05:302014-11-26T14:05:15.460+05:30Revengeful Lust...
In every fashion-freak-low-waist-jeans-tight-top girl he can see those cunning eyes. Every smile they bore was coy about their intentions. He could sense the venom that can destroy the mankind entirely. Woman, according to him is a destroyer as much as she is famed to be a creator.
It’s almost two years since Richa had left him. The frustration had never deceased from him. He always used toVinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-66134152882573273022010-02-24T19:33:00.000+05:302014-11-26T14:05:35.214+05:30Walking On The Beach...
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The moon rose up high
And showered its silver sparkle
It danced in joy with the stars
The air felt misty and light
We danced happily on the terrace…
Beer in my left hand and she on right
We tangoed to bliss with a kiss
Next, it was a free fall from terrace…
RIP- to her…
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And do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to love, honor and cherish, in good and bad time, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”
He smiled at the pastor, his woman and thought, whole life?
He sighed and said “Do I, Yeah I do?”
PS: Another try at 55 fiction writing...Inspired from another story...
Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-4204272714771505682009-09-22T10:42:00.004+05:302014-11-26T14:08:31.092+05:30Mercury...
“The chemistry between us was still there. We were meeting at college after fifteen years. Both of us now married with two adorable kids, could feel the mercury rising. Those days, mills and boon, long walks, hours long mobile chatting, canteen flirting, college garden lawn, hugs and kisses days..!!”
I still love her, my wife…
PS : A try at 55-Fiction using prompt from One-Word Prompt webVinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484931.post-40136864234335628042009-09-16T15:54:00.005+05:302014-11-26T14:08:57.728+05:30Silver Moon Light...
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Nature wakes up early
Flowers and trees are blooming
Everyone brimming with joy
Exotic smell spread around
Sun rose bright in horizon
Bird flocks chirping aloud
I sit here imagining
Her smiling face, beautiful
Glittering with the sun rays
Skies are blue
Breeze is calm
People are rejoicing
She dance, she sings
No wonder, its her birthday..!!
PS : A dedication to someone special..!! Stay Vinzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314890776415376995noreply@blogger.com18