Mercy
It’s 2 AM in the morning and he is sitting outside his home with the brown street dog who broke a leg last month , feeding him the biscuits from his pocket. He somehow manages to save some shillings every night for the biscuits before spending it all on getting wasted and drunk. He patted the dog as it wagged it’s tail. Stumbling and finding it hard to stand up, he felt out of his senses. Tightening his grip on the bar he alights the steps and ring the door bell. His wife opens the door with shaky hands.Every night he arrives in this inebriated state and shakes her world upside down and today would be no different. He pushed her in whilst hurling abuses.”Dinner” he yelled and she ran in to warm up the food.”Shoes you woman” he yelled again and she ran back to him to take off his shoes. He pulled her by her hair while she asked for mercy “please don’t shout, the kids just went to bed” she pleaded. Irked he pulled the chair and smashed it on to the ground.The sound was terrifying and she controlled her shriek by closing her mouth with both her hands…(To be continued..)

For The Daily Post : Prompt : Mercy

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Black

A mysterious colour so unknown

It’s a part of me and within my soul

consuming me at times

till I open my windows

To stream some light.

I like it more on my outside though

Covering my circumference

To a leaner glow

And for compliments

that I adore;

when I embrace you

Outside my core.

It absorbs me, it fills

That’s it’s wit and it’s will

 

A mysterious colour so unknown

What happens inside a Black hole

Or Black money found at every pole

Few colourless, blackmail some souls

Is the night only black ? ! I am doubtful though.

Why then that day was called a black day

When humanity wore a cold colour

To see red – to end some lives

Oh for which colour do we fight ?

 

Black is mystery beyond our thoughts

Close your eyes to feel it within

Rub them closed to see the phosphenes

C’mon be intuitive – it’s in your genes

While at it , did you see some other colours too?

 

Black has a lot to offer

Only if you could reach

It holds within a different promise

For everyone within its reach…

 

Promt : The Daily Post.

Preeti Manaktala.

Vivid

Vivid
Some dreams are vivid, takes me somewhere I don’t know. But, I know this place. Have I seen it before? Some faces some places look familiar to me..some dreams bring back a memory and some go poof ..never to be seen. Some dreams are like fireflies they look alluring for sometime and disappear into vastness. Sometimes you want them to reoccur so you good fix the broken puzzles and draw some meaning out of them.

I have vivid memories of my childhood and school. Some are close to my heart and some still aches my soul. Sometimes the breeze brings with it a vivid fragrance that I know. I seem to be pulled towards it and it brings with it memories of a person I had known.

“A strong emotion, especially if experienced for the first time, leaves a vivid memory of the scene where it occurred”  Algernon Blackwood

I tasted some garden cress seeds a couple of years back and when I chewed on it , I experienced the flavour of something that I had tasted a long long time back. Was it the flavour of a leave that I chewed on as I played Kho Kho with my friends, or was it the taste of a blade of grass that I chewed on as I lay down in the park with my friends.. I haven’t been able to trace the taste of this seed or found the memory that still holds in me. The taste is vivid and it transports me to another place in time .. and so I often like to visit this taste at times…

“Live in moments that consume your heart and mind, but be distracted by the music from the leaves, birds, wind, rain, sun and people”
― Val Uchendu

“The days of the monsoon and the dark clouded sky, brings back vivid memories of my school days I wish I could buy.”

One rainy morning it got dark due to the overcast sky . We were in our classes and it was getting pitch dark. The teacher switched on the lights in the class and I saw the classroom in a new light today. The whole class looked so wonderful and different that day. But I could never focus on studying that day. What took my attention was the cool breeze and smell of the earth. The dewy petrichor pulled me and all I wanted to do was to look at the swaying Eucalyptus trees outside my class window, the wet road the grey skies and the thunder. And on a rainy day like this when my kids are off to school and I sip my cup of tea looking out to the grey pouring sky, I wonder if they feel the day as I did .. Oh ! such vivid memories …they always fills me up with cheer ..I hope my children also make some vivid memories as they grow..