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Weekly Photo Challenge : Selfie

WordPress weekly challenges are full of fun and creativity. Ah! Creative is funny word. How much can you get creative about yourself when posting selfie for a challenge! Try it for yourself if you are curious…check here.

I tried my hand at this challenge. Check out!

This one is edited.


This one I drew for my Facebook sometime back on Doodle buddy app.


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What is it that burns in my eyes

What is it that burns in my eyes

It just sits there
Nagging constantly
I close my eyes to rest
It still stays there
Like a haunt
Shifts from one corner to the other
What is it that burns in my eyes

Is that the sand
From my unfinished journey
Is that the wind
From the colder days
Is that the heat
From the unquenched deserts
What is it that burns in my eyes

Often I think
Perched on my window
The gold of sun will wash it away
The serenity of the breeze will blow it off
The desert will be calm one day
The night will quietly hug it all

But it just stays
Just stays
Just stays

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Right Here, Right Now


Gaze around, the vast lands are lush
The heart is skipping a beat
This Moment and Life
Is right here, right now

Twinkling are the eyes, with dreams of sorts
The night sky is flaunting its fireworks at best
Twining of Stars and Sparkling of the universe
Is right here, right now

Stop! Listen! The songs of eternity
As been passed on through the thins of the nature
Humming of the Birds and Sheerness of the Air
Is right here, right now

Feel those restless ramblings now
Hear those escaping footsteps now
Searing of Me and the heat in You
Is right here, right now

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As if it was meant to be

It seems like a good dream
Don’t want to open my eyes
What if the spell breaks
What if I am still stuck where I am not supposed to be

What if it is true
The small neighborhood
The warm people
The thrilled kids running up and down the street
Selling lemonade at the corner of the street
The twins next door ringing the bell now and then to call out my girls to play
The happiness on my kids’ face
The joy and zest at the knock at the door

What if it is all a dream
Don’t want to open my eyes
What if the spell breaks
What if I am sill stuck where I am not supposed to be

I still turned around
To see if it is real
I even pinched myself twice
To feel if it is real
I waited long
To absorb it slowly


It is true
It is all true
My curse is broken
To be alone
To be new
To not belong
To not to be a nomad finally

My karma is all sorted out I guess
Repented for the sins
Paid for the past lives
I want to keep my eyes open
Take it all in but slowly
Keep my ears open
To listen to the canaries in my backyard

Finally it seems
As if it was meant to be
It was meant to be like this
To be able to wash off the past karmas
To be able to weave the goodness in new karmas
To be alone to reflect and repent
To be not known
To acknowledge more in the meaning of life

Finally it seems
As if it was meant to be

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She stood there, at the busy intersection of this metro city. Confusion in the heart and wandering eyes, she couldn’t decide which way to go. Going back home was not an option so early. She was actually running away from all of it.

She turned right, thought she can kill some time, walking around the busy roads. At least an hour will be spend. As she lift her foot to turn to the desired direction, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Amused, she turned her head and saw a man in his late 50’s. He was a stout, short and a bald man with no distinctive or noticeable feature.

I am making a film, he said and you are a perfect fit for the main protagonist. She is not glamorous and a simple Jane and looks just like you. He kept going on and on about this character, right there on the road.

She wanted to say, “leave me alone, I don’t know you. I just want to go”. She couldn’t say a word because he didn’t let her speak. It was the crowded part of the city. So many people but nobody is watching. She stood there hypnotized and kept listening to this man. He was a smooth talker for sure..the one who can hypnotize with words.

Before she realized, she was in a room with this man. He explained her the dialogues for the rehearsal. I cannot act and I am not an actress, is all that she managed to spit out. She started crying because she was overwhelmed with her problems. He calmed her like a child. He touched her in a way that she was numb.. She wanted to stop him..this man who was unknown, much senior, a hypnotist.. but couldn’t… He kept talking and talking smoothly and this girl couldn’t utter a word but kept crying of the pain ; of not being used right now ..but of the pain in her heart….

Suddenly, she came back to sense…she was confused as to why she was there… She pushed him away..not much harm was done till then.. She opened the door and ran out. He had the guts to follow her till the road. She glared back at him with a warning. He got it. The hypnotic spell was broken now.

She called for a cab and headed back home, still unable to figure out what happened, how it happened and why it happened..why her? Were there already less things to worry about that it added to the hidden skeletons in her cupboard.

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It is dull outside

Removed the curtains, first thing in the morning
Rubbed my eyes not once but twice
Couldn’t see the gold of the morning
It was dull outside

The sun was lazy, hiding behind the beloved cloud
I was up and about but not awake
The morning tea couldn’t do the magic today
It was dull outside

The mind was fuzzy and the eyes were swollen
The hands took time to move
Something was sinking in my heart
It was dull outside

No rising sun and no setting sun today
Just grays and limpy blues
The pastels look pale and the brights are hurting in the eye
It was dull outside

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The sky is saffron blue
Night is sneaking in

The air is bringing familiar crispness
It’s crispness is making me to light up my firepit

Somebody’s grill is on fire
The aromas are tingling

There is fading music in the background somewhere
The soft laughter of people sharing and clicking their wine glasses

The stars are getting brighter
Moon is sitting on top of the big tree

I am sitting on my chair with warm cup of tea
Absorbing every bit of it and loosing myself in the moment