The Sunrise

The Sunrise - Arv

The sun started to rise.

On a bench, by the pier, they sat holding each other's hands.

'Should we go?' she asked.

'Yes, work calls us' he said.

The smile faded on her face.

'...but we will come here tomorrow too, ok?' he assured her.

Now, her face glowed brighter than that morning sun.

p.s. - To all those old timers here... Its been a long silence and I just wanted to break it in the New Year with a classic 55 fiction :)

Death (one more time)

Wow, this DEATH chain post has brought WL alive :)

Here goes another one...

Death, our ride to another life.

Death...(Contd)

Six words on Death with a positive twist :)

Death, the bridge between my lifetimes...

Walk On

I had travelled long and far to reach these highlands over many a nights. After a night’s rest and as the much awaited morning approaches, I lay in the dim twilight on the soft grass surrounded by total silence. The dawn was upon the highlands as I strode to the nearby loch for a splash of cool water on to my face. I rose up and stood tall, setting my gaze over the edge towards the high skies awaiting the first mild rays of the sun.

The cold air around starts to warm up slowly and the light breaks through to cast a weak shine on the still waters. The warmth proves to be an illusion as a thick fog rolls in and the air gets moist with that usual morning drizzle. I rest over a ledge to take in the freshness and the scent of the air around me.

A distant noise breaks the silence and the sound waves seem to get closer by the minute. It’s a familiar sound of someone walking gently with soft footsteps. As the sounds get too close for that person to be near me, I felt a hand touch my shoulder; a gentle touch of love. All my life I had travelled to reach this place and to be with her; I’m home but only in my dreams.

And so the journey, in my real life, heads into another night after a day of interesting travel. See you at daybreak.

Little Lost Lives

Little Lost Lives - Arv

She was lost in the woods.

A stray little deer came out into the clearing and grazed close by. She watched it in awe. Soon she spotted a large deer approach and they both walked away.

Her thoughts strayed back home.

If only her stepmother could care for her, she would run back home now.

Note: Thousands of children are chased away from their homes for many careless reasons in our country and around the world. This 55 fiction hopes to give them a little voice.

The Winter Sun

Most of my friends here know that I love 55 fiction. Here is a new one that I just wrote a few minutes ago at my place. Wanted to share this at the lounge :)

The Winter Sun - Arv
 

It was a cold winter morning. He woke up, grabbed the pole and walked to the frozen lake for ice fishing expecting a long harsh day.

As he waited with the line, his eyes spotted her collecting winter berries nearby.

She saw him and smiled.

His world was filled with warmth from this magical sun.

Quo Vadis, Homo Sapiens?

An old post revisited :)

I have been much occupied with reading a few old Tamil classics over the last few days and it has transported me back to the way of life back in 900AD circa.

The lifestyles were plenty back then; from the life of a dedicated gardener whose life would be spent in the gardens supplying flowers every day for the temple nearby to the life of a hardened soldier who had endure various troubles to uphold his honour and allegiance to his king.

The choices for these men were made during their birth and work flowed from one generation to another. Yet some men braved the society and broke free to choose their own destiny. Many had failed while some succeeded to reach great heights.

Upon reading such tales of success and grandeur, it was hard to note the role played by religion and violence. Wars and Rituals ruled and affected the life of everyone in a country let alone the tactical conspiracies that our ancestors were so famous for.

It makes more sense to see the world as it is now filled with conflicts and war. We have evolved in many ways yet chose to retain many of our old ways. Somewhere along that road of evolution, we had lost the true meaning of life; life, as the early societies of humans would have lived where they had come together for communal harmony and development; more so for survival.

I can’t help but think that - "Life can be loved and lived in a simple way if only we all want a life that is unlike what this society has deemed it to be".

Quo Vadis, Homo Sapiens? Why don't we yearn anymore for Peace and Happiness for all the living beings around us?

Him, The Monsoon and an Haiku...

Him, The Monsoon and an Haiku - Arv

Drops of water fell
like those first rains of monsoon

his life falls again

Note: After the conversation with Ilashree and some further research on syllable sites, I had updated the last line: 'turns blue' replaced with 'falls'. Thanks Ilashree :)

Happy Birthday WL

A new meeting place...
A place to make new friends...
A friendship that adds inspiration,
An inspiration that gives the feeling of home...
A new home in blogsville...

Writers Lounge...

Happy Birthday to WL :)

Ste, Sandeep, Asbah, Prats, RV, Vinay and to all my many friends here in WL, Thanks for all your welcome and support to this newbie here...

We Read, We Write, We Lounge :)

Discovering The Lounge

I was reading a few blogs in the morning as usual and it was odd to note that many fellow writers (including myself) were finding themselves with less warmth at their own homes (blogs).

Neither do I feel uninspired to write nor do I feel a shortage of words. But you know there is something about the last few days, where the visit to my own blog seems to be missing something.

In life, on days like these, all we could do to make it better is take a break or meet up with friends and family or a long evening walk or a trip to clear our heads.

Likewise, out here in blogs-ville, I have found a perfect place to just sit and relax for a while. In the company of fellow writers, I lounge for the day. And despite this room being less than full, it feels good to be here today.

We Read, We Write, We Lounge.

A Daydream Of An Accidental Insomniac

As I close my eyes, I begin to float over the lush green mountains and land on top of a highland with a small lake. It reminds me of my trip to Scotland or the views of Tibet seen on television. There is a light mist rolling over the lands, air so pure and fresh to breathe, there is that chillness one could feel after a slight drizzle on a cold morning. A nice tent has been setup by the lake side with a warm fire in the open; my own Shangri-la.

I peer into the tent and find all my usual stuff setup to my surprise. The cold attracts me to the fire and its pleasant warmth. The mist slowly raises and I could see the lake better now. In the far horizon, I could see the still waters being transformed into gentle rapids overflowing into the valley below. I look upwards to the sky and the clouds seem to roll so close enough to be touched. Its then I realise there is not a sign of life nearby.

I put my head down and thoughts of her rush into my mind. I could feel her, inside me, beside me, by the fire. A hand rolls over my back and a head gently rests on my shoulders. I bring her close to me and raise my head up. The mist has lifted, it is now much brighter to see and I could see the vapours arising from the falls yonder. I turn my head towards her, my eyes meet hers with the usual vibes. I recognise her reassuring smile, her loving face and the caring touch. She is here; she has come back, My Angel.

Mixed emotions race through my head only to be calmed by her with a subtle kiss on my forehead. In that stillness, the world around me freezes. It feels like paradise and puts me at peace. Her touch was serendipitous for I realise then that in her lies my tranquillity. My times with her are the ones of true inner happiness. A shade of sadness strikes through as I realise this wont last forever. It is quickly erased off my mind as I rest myself on her and this serene feeling takes over all my senses leaving me fast asleep.

A Complicated Thought On A Simple Life

Greetings all fellow WL members... After a long pause since the invite, I have finally arrived to WL with this post that was written a long time back (Feb 6, 2008).

Thanks to all my best friends here, Vinay, Mehr, Kaj, Ste, Vinz, Sid (Riversoul), Thoorika and RV.


One of my friends and a fellow blogger asked me to try and answer an earlier question of mine.

Life, oh life, why are you so simple for us to complicate?

Hmmm... I don't know if I can answer this question but in trying to do so, I have had a strange thought that I would like to share. Let us assume that life is too complex for us to understand or to live with. Every decision we have to make has to go through a much rigorous process and approvals. Based on the people we surround ourselves with, we may get pretty good advice and would be leading a life where every challenge, how hard it may seem, will have a plan made out by our protective group.

Our self thinking would stop and we would be asking our peers for guidance and approval for any solution or action that we intend to do. Even if we think for ourselves and decide on something, it has to be approved by the peers cos life is too complex for us to decide by ourselves. There would be help-desks filled with people to guide our life at every corner & crossroads of our life.

We lose all that is special about every one of us and become just part of the system. All our tasks and goals would be directed and served for us to just execute. Some of us may even prefer that kind of life in order to escape the hurts and regrets that we share in our present lives. It maybe be more safer than the current way of simple life as even if things go wrong, there is a group of people to take the blame for and support us back to normalcy.

Compare that to a life of simplicity where we can choose the level of dependency we want in our life. A chance to take pride in ourselves when our decision works out well and an equal chance in facing the consequences when things fall apart always proves to be an adventure. The uncertainty, the confusion, the excitement and the adventure; all the attributes of a simple life would be too great to be missed.

For all that a simple life is, it suits a guy like me who likes to make his own path through a jungle than to walk in a well paved & restricted road, directed by traffic life wardens on either side. A complicated life maybe too simple to live with but it is only for those who never intend to be independent. Despite the ups & downs of a simple life, I cannot imagine myself in a different way of life and though I crib a lot about it, I must admit that I always try to enjoy this rollercoaster ride of my life.