Romantic Evening

"What a romantic evening is this?" she said, “I don’t have words”, and my hug conveyed that, “Hey!” she said,

"It is

Life is a puzzle
Love is the answer sheet for
Perfect harmony

Neither have they lost
Nor do they win as life is
Mysterious game

Perfect couple for a perfect evening”,

I said

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Image prompted @ Room for Romance #9

Haiku Heights - Prompt: #21 - Life

One Single Impression - Prompt: Win

Sensational Haiku Wednesday - Prompt: Harmonics

recuerda mi corazon - Haiku My Heart

Flash 55

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Nature

“Is this the bliss of nature?” I questioned myself several times but never found the answer. “Am I bad in judging the beauty of the nature? Maybe I am,” my mind said, “Never think so... As long as you enjoy the beauty of nightfall, you are not,” my heart said. “Am I a nature admirer?”

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The bliss of nature
Save it for our safety
Act now or never

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Tale 37

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Prompt: Judge, Nightfall, Safety

Wrong Call

"Tring… Tring…” my mobile phone rang; my hands rushed without my senses to attend the call but could not find my mobile. After consuming seven sleeping pills, it is difficult to identify a sparkling diamond then think how hard it is for me to search my Corby coloured black. I unluckily found my phone, attended the call, “Hello,” I heard a beautiful voice that I never heard before, “Hello,” I said in a low tone, “Hey idiot are you feeling well,” she said, “I am feeling very good. May I know who is this and whom you want to talk” I frowned, “Niranjan; this is kitty,” she said, “Kitty… Crap, this is not Niranjan,” I frowned once again, “Hey don’t play with me idiot,” she said, “I don’t have time to play with you. Please let me die peacefully,” I cried, “Niranjan…” “Don’t you understand English? I am not Niranjan, please let me die and let you dial the correct number,” I once again cried.

“Hey… I had dialled the wrong number accidentally but after hearing you die, I want to speak with you for few minutes. Will you let me speak?” her voice conveyed that she had realized that she dialled the wrong number, “I wish to hear you last,” I said. “I may not be the right person to ask this but I couldn’t stop myself from asking this, ‘why you want to die?’” She showed her care in her husky voice, “I don’t want to live in this awful world,” I said, “I… I…” she mumbled, “Please…” I said, “Hey,” “ah...” “Think of the minute that your mom carried you to this world. How happily she would have smiled?” she said in a firm voice, “I…” I mumbled this time, “I know how happy she was and I know how upset this would be to her, but” I said, “But... don’t give this pain to her, please, I beg you,” she said, “I… don’t have any other option and already I am half dead,” I said.

“Hey… Don’t say me that… Please,” she said crying, “I already consumed seven sleeping pills,” I said in half sleep, “Seven… When did you do took seven,” she said, “The moment before I attended your call,” I almost slept, “Listen, I am doctor, seven is not that dangerous, I can bring you alive back, just stay confident,” she said in very firm voice, “I don’t have ho…” I slept without my knowledge, “Hey… Hey…” She cried and all that she heard was my snore.

However, she never let me die as she traced my address using my mobile number, rushed to my home with an emergency team in an hour. They broke my main door and found myself sleeping in the bed. She helped me to bring back my pulses with Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR), and to regain my conscious with three stomach wash.

Hardly with zero stamina and poor clarity, I looked at a beautiful girl smiling and thanking God for saving my life. I hardly remember that, after six hours I completely regained my conscious and found myself alive. I wondered who could be that angel who came to save me after I reached my last breathe.

“Hi, this is kitty, aw... Sorry Dr. Isha, I hope you are ok now?” she questioned me. Hardly with any energy, I smiled thanked her and conveyed that I am ok. “What me you to take this stupid decision?” she said, “Don’t ask me that” I said and asked for a health drink.

After a day, I completely restructured back. I once again thanked Isha for saving my life, also liked her for her wonderful sweet character (How she reacted to a unknown person life? How much importance she gave to a person spoke accidentally). From that day until today I kept smiling and she too and cherished that wrong call as it not only gave me a new life but also destined my wife, Isha, as we became close to each via our mobile at first, later our love blossomed that spread the smiles ending up in our wonderful marriage with parent good will.

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Dreams, Visions & Reveries

My dreams
They are sweet
And beautiful
My visions
They are soulful
And powerful
My Reveries
They are abstraction
And stoppages
I trust these
As my mind
Wants to interpret
As guidance
And my soul
Wants to fulfil
These to realities

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Sunday Scribblings, Prompt 244: Guidance

One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry

Novel

“Never ever say that Mom,” I shouted, “This house has become very old son,” Mom said, “Let it be mom even then I won’t accept to demolish this house,” I said, shut the door closed, cried out my tears thinking of the beautiful memories that happened between me and Hassini.

Over the years, even the scar caused by the severe wound may vanish but not the true love and its sweet memories. Though we were parted by fate, yet we cherish those sweet moments that happened in this house.

Very few people are lucky enough to enjoy such moments in their life and they never demise. “Don’t think of that girl. She is no more in your life,” I heard my mom shouting behind the door. I did not care those words, as I know that my love is immortal and our efforts are always there to revive soon.

Earlier we parted just because of my mom but she still waits for me, for my love. How I can deny her? How I can miss an angel? Never ever this will happen, I said to myself to boost my confidence.

Love, the magical word that will unite us and I have that faith in our love. I messaged her as,

“I am still there for you
No crabby thoughts can conquer
Our true heavy love”

and slept hoping that once again we will spend our wonderful life together in this house.

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Six Word Saturday: Life without sweet memories worth zeros

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Magic Pie - Prompt: 43

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The Mystery

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Heavy Love - Haiku My Heart

Instincts revealed that
Am in love with an angel
Swept me off the floor

Made of faith, the trust
Eternal love and freedom
Our true heavy love

Started from the day
We arrived on the planet
Until our last breath

The ‘heavy love' continues

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