Looking for an emerald…

Travelling between

the thin line of

reality and fantasy,

looking for an emerald

that resides in me,

.

I stumble through distant paths

get burnt by dragon’s tongues,

 I climb the mountains

to see no sun

but be struck by lightning

in search of something

that is nowhere

but inside me,

 .

I dwell in darkness

feast on my own dead skin,

split open my eyes,

looking for that island

where I think the stone is;

 .

fantasy becomes reality

when I last return home,

and find some drops

falling down my open eyes,

they glint with a distinct sheen,

and I realize,

they are the dear stones,

I was looking for,

in the realm of fantasy,

 .

all the time,

them being overlooked

by my heart,

but present

in my own reality.

*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.

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Aki Chikashi (Autumn Near) Haiku

silent noise around

a lonely stroll down the street

finding my way back

~

looking at the sky

warm sun caressing the cheeks

lips begin to hum

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 234. I know these haiku do not particularly match today’s theme. But it resonates with what nearing autumn means to me. The end of summer for me is the time when I can go for a stroll around in the city; being solitary even when I am am surrounded by a crowd. Autumn here is quite different; the trees do not shed leaves this time of the year. It is not so beautiful but it is beautiful, for it also marks the arrival of the major festivities. I now remember the autumn of the last year- it was peaceful, and it was a respite from the difficult time. I smiled, I talked to people- there was an unflinching voice within me reminding me of what I have been through and cautioning of what would happen in the future, but still I found some really good moments. Today at this stage I long for them, like when I was at that stage, I longed for a further gone away past. I have never been able to understand my longings for something which has gone or for something which resides in my fantasies. But it is so and I live with it everyday.

Painting: A 100 Word Story

“Attention!”

Bright sunlight pierced his eyes as he stepped into the fine painting and heard a loud baritone, “Attention!”

He looked around to find out the place of origin of the deep voice. But there was nobody around nearby, except for a guard standing alert with a rifle facing upwards, held in his palms; his face impassive, devoid of any emotions and his dark eyes sparkling.

There were people at a distance but he was sure nobody could see him and the still life beside him.

“What are you looking at?” spoke someone from behind.

He returned back to the reality.

copyright –Managua Gunn

*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Samidare (Midsummer Rain) Haiku

tip-tip-toe-tip-tip

music of rain on pavement

lost in memories

~

out of oblivion

clouds shade the sky in its cloak

the first drops fell down

 ~

a midsummer rain

relieving yearning pupils

a solace from heat

~

elevated Sun

drizzling clouds in the sunshine

look for the rainbow

 ~

the midsummer’s day

longest in glory and rays

washed down by the rain

~

looking through window

a play of the rain droplets

meditating life

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 219

looking

he was looking at her in wonder,

the woman with those warm brown eyes

which sparkle with distinct shine

whenever she would laugh

or give a faint smile,

he was looking

into those eyes

shining

bright.

Poetic form:- Nonet, which is a 9-line poem with 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second, 7 in the third and so on.

Ideal Life

Life is the perfect imbalance between what we know is truth and what we hope should have been a truth.

Isn’t it so? Life is about living… Life is about viewing life with your own eyes.

L– Look

I– Instantly

F– For

E– Extraordinary

Who doesn’t want perfection in one’s life? Who doesn’t want that sense of relief in living life in one’s own way? Who doesn’t want their life to be extraordinary?

Every one wants this. And there is nothing wrong about it. Life is about such things only. Life is about perfection… Life is about making life extraordinary.

So many articles, essays and books define the concept of ideal life. But is it of any benefit? No, because every one have in their mind a perception of their own ideal life. One’s ideal life is not similar to the person sitting next to him. So what does that mean? That means the same thing- always look for the extraordinary and achieve your ideal life. It is indeed the most difficult task to do. Why? Because of the habits, because of the life one is continually leading, be it closer to ideal or not ideal at all. Habits are the most difficult things to change. They are like the rust on the iron, which can only be subdued with a new coating on the iron. So what do you need to do? Get that coating of life over the habits of your life. Believe so much in your concept of your ideal life that it becomes difficult for you at any cost to not believe it. This craving for the ideal life… for that extraordinary touch in life must go on against all odds. It is necessary because it is the way to the happiness that is most precious to most beings.

But I ain’t saying that achieving that ideal life would free you of all your sad moments.. bring you eternity of happiness. I never believe so, never would I say so because then the whole concept would be false. A human’s mind when gets one happy moment strives for another happy moment, that too even more happier than the earlier one. That is the reason no one in their right form can ever achieve an eternity of happiness.

Still, something is better than nothing. Isn’t it? Even that ideal life would be ideal for you in the end despite of all happiness and gloominess. Life is about living and achieving that ideal word before it. It is true.. I know that and you will know that as well.

L– Look out

I– Instantly and continuously

F– For that special

E– Extraordinary and ideal life