all that I left with you

drops, a photograph by Totomai Martinez

I left a losing thing in the shadow
of leaves of the lone standing teak,
it was a pond of reminiscence that
snatched it from me, that losing
thing, now submerged, lost from me.

an ant answered the call when I
arrived at the wooden frame prop-
-ed as an entryway to your soul, and
I knocked a repeated knock, but
there was no opening, no close.

will you return all that I left?
can you walk on the ice of my hand,
which pulsates like venom in cold?
I neither expect nor prod, I am
a hermit walking by and away from you.

I remind you all of me that still is
with you, to ask you to return
those drops I left, that smile I
left in the lightness of your arms,
return to me that tempest of my eyes.

return back to me all I left, or not,
I’ll be asleep in the end, and aware
of all that I have left in this valley
nuzzling the horizon, rearing the
river of a memory in its womb.

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I began to write keeping some other image in mind, but my muse took me somewhere else. After scrutinizing carefully through the wondrous collection of Totomai Martinez, I came across this photograph.

Maybe, the muse responded to the song I was humming a few minutes back. It is one of my favorites; it is in Hindi but English subtitles are added in this video:

And I ended up watching the entire movie. 😉

For dverse Poetics.

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World Famous Site: A 100 Word Story

“And here you see the world-famous site,” the tour-guide made a point under the shade of the tree.

“What?”
“Are you serious?”
“Really?”
All the tourists put forth their opinion.

“You don’t believe me. Have you ever seen such a phenomenal thing? There were even talks of taking it under the protection of UNESCO World Heritage List. I think the government is making provisions to do so.”

“Are you sure this tree… uh… tree-cycle… cycle clung, no hung to tree is a famous site… huh?” a kid asked seriously.

“Oh what? I was talking about the ancient fort on your left.”

Copyright –Anelephantcant

* For Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Nagoshi Haiku

paper lanterns hung

lighting hearts with a sweet hope

a reverent night

~

parades and fireworks

dance along with soothing breeze

farewell summer days

~

the layers of sins

shed at the end of summers

awakening soul

~

year half gone, half left

smile, celebrate nagoshi

chew guava candies

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 231.

Light and Dark

The thoughts of light had come to haunt her once again, when she was safely cocooned in her darkness.

“Why? Why do they come back?” she cried but there was nothing she could do. She had to face them because they were as real to her as her darkness.

She had left any hope for a bright future and was finally accepting her light-less fate. After falling down again and again, she had accepted her defeat against her demons who were now ruling her from within.

“Let me be alone. Let me be.”

The white glimpses of the happiness, the word she had forgotten, wouldn’t stop tormenting her. They were there to kill the very essence of her soul.

“Please go away. Please, I beg you,” she whimpered, suffocating in the brightness of those thoughts.

They were the instruments of her demons only to end whatever was left of her.

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*Written in response to VisDare Writing Prompt.

Keys- A 100 Word Story

She reached her small barrack after a two-hour long train journey.

“I have to get a job nearby,” she was looking for her keys but couldn’t find them.

“Mam, here, I have got your keys,” spoke someone from her behind, “You dropped them at the station.”

“Oh! Thank you sir,”  she thanked the gentleman while turning back to look at him.

He simply handed her the keys and left.

She kept looking at him walking for a while and once he was lost in the crowd, she faced the door again with her keys and a single tear in her eyes.