Trace of A Moment: A Choka Variation

sweet scent lingers in air

of a single moment,

the departed seconds

leaving a trace in me,

look inside my skin

you will find some shards of glass

blood strewn across as bodice

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* For Japanese Poetry Prompt: Choka Variation.

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Moment: A Haibun

 

As I pave my way on the wet sand, there are those marks left behind but only for a while; soon to be swept away by the rushing sea waves. The sea breeze is warm and cold at the same time and plays with my hair. It is at this moment when I turn towards the horizon, where one could see the mating sea and sky. I am falling in love with this scene but it is only a few minutes time when I would get a summon of leaving behind this moment which won’t ever come again. It is like those footprints I talked about. Oh! They are already melted into the waters . I must as well disappear into this wind. But I was here and that moment was here with me. A tiny kernel of sand would one day tell you this story; it is for you to believe or not.

leaving behind me

a moment of memory

temporary marks

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*For Carpe Diem Kamishbai # 3. The prompt is to write a haibun inspired by the above photograph and the following haiku by Jane Reichhold:-

smooth sand

chasing children down the beach

their foot prints

Present

The present moment is something one must not forget. But one does, because one is in the habit of not fretting over things which seem unimportant but it is not so. A moment is everything, a moment is a a part of oblivion, a moment can save lives, a moment can bring about the very end.

Now when I think of it, the present doesn’t make any sense to me but for the reason that I experience it because I am conscious. The present moment is present for me because I can feel it. I can feel the second ticking in the flow of my blood. I can feel the whirl of the needle like the pounding of my heart.

But what if I was not conscious? What if I did not have knowledge about what all exists before me and around me? Would this present be of the same significance then?

Present is present because we are present. Time is time only when we can realize it.

If I die this very moment, it all would lose significance. It holds importance because we are alive, making it alive.

Such notions seem absurd sometimes but they are not so because these aspects of the universe help us in knowing, in understanding the significance of us, as well as the nothingness that we represent in the greater of things that are alive this moment.

This moment, I can feel it.. I am alive and so is this moment for me.

Present

* For Five Minute Friday.

Seconds before impact- A Very very Short-story

“No!” she shrieked, but there was nothing one could do when the things were set in motion.

“No!” she had closed her eyes, her hands were trembling and her voice was hoarse.

Time lost its meaning for her. 
“One…Two…Three…,” she was silently counting the seconds before impact.

And then, it happened.

She heard a round of applause and bitterly, she opened her eyes.

My Risky Venture

I have sent e-mails to various institutes providing Certificate courses in Patisserie/Baking and Confectionery, regarding the course information. I am now just waiting for their reply.

I know I can’t go for a Bachelor’s degree. But I have something else in my mind, something I would like to do.

I need proper training and I hope that I get it.

Regarding family approval for dropping-out, I haven’t got it yet. First, I want to get admission for one of the courses- then, I think they would oblige to my wishes, I hope.

I am going for a risky venture, but my heart is guiding me this time. And I am going to put some faith in my heart.

Even if I fail in the future, I know my whole life will be ruined even more so, but I would have the satisfaction that I tried and that I listened to my heart.

I am hoping for the best, and trying to wave off the feelings of hopelessness and anxiety and depression that are striking me every hour.

I need support, that is all I need right this moment.

The Choice is Mine

the moment the impalpable fruit comes up on the horizon

the nightly spots of light attract me, asking me to fade away with them that time

the choice is mine whether-

I want to be a seed of the sweet rising fruit or

the shine of the fading spots of night light.

Remarkable Moment

Remarkable was the moment when,

it occurred to me-

Why do I stress myself when,

I have to anyhow deal with me.

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Remarkable is the moment when,

I accept whatsoever happens to me-

Why do I care for something when,

it would definitely happen to me.

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Remarkable would be the moment when,

I would accept the one that is me-

Why would I see to something else when,

I would have been me.