#FlashFiction #FF1 (360 words)

 

Made for Each Other

Jiten placed his tongue on the gap left by his missing front tooth and tasted salty blood. He spit it out on the sink and looked up in the mirror at his dark eye patch, his sore lips, and torn cheek. He was a mess alright.

The sad part was he couldn’t quite remember what exactly it was that set off the bloody fight, despite his resolve and desperation to let nothing ruin his plans for the evening.

He watched the clock. 7 pm.

Great. Not only beaten up, but late as well.

He closed his eyes and and exhaled a long breath. He looked back up in the mirror and straightened his tie and his suit. Then gave his gelled hair a slight push behind the ears. Beside his missing tooth, and squashed face, he didn’t look so bad.

“Stay cool. Stay cool. You’re okay,” he spoke to the mirror, then turning away, “Yes. Just say you fell off the stairs or something.”

When he entered the front door of La’ Mirch, a wave of awkward stares welcomed him. He suddenly felt conscious. He must have looked like a carnival showpiece. All buttoned up and sleek but bearing an amusing physical anomaly.

He scanned among the rows of tables and found Number Five.

Kavitha sat there, at one of the two chairs, looking away from the door. It was his first date — in fact, the first time ever he was meeting this girl in person — but he could tell it was her, even from behind, from her carefree, uneven haircut he had come to adore from her profile picture.

“Hi, Kavitha,” he said, walking round her back, cursing the heaviness of his lip and his lack of self-restrain in fighting for a cause that he couldn’t even remember anymore. “Sorry, I had a bit of—”

He stopped short, blinking hard. The girl before him, oh it was Kavitha alright, sat with two dark patch under her eyes, swollen lips, taped cheek and an awkwardly bent nose.

“What the hell happened?”

“I, uh… I fell off the stairs.” She watched him with curious, swollen eyes. “And you?”

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“I”.
A boy
A man
A son
A brother
A friend
A student
An employee
But at the very beginning
Before I was anything…
I was.
I just ‘was’.
a being with the sole purpose of being
The one who knew nothing
And the wisest thing I’ve ever been

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Apocalypse #digitalart #poetry

Night will be over and morning will come,
The sun will rise, the lotus will open.
While the bee trapped inside was thinking such,
An elephant came along and stomped it up.

#apocalypse #micropoetry

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Yin Yang Sci-Fi!

duality

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would we crave for light the way we do

If there never was a moment dark?

 

And would we be happy the same way

If we didn’t know what it meant to be sad?

 

Questions exist to be answered

Complications are there to be solved

 

Challenges arise to be conquered

Failures are there to be won

 

One exists to give other the life

The duality prevails to keep things whole

 

The Yin Yang of life is beautifully simple

Yet the Yin Yang remains unknown

 

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This poetry was one my earlier posts, titled The Duality of Life, the inspiration for which came from the immortal words of Lao Tzu in “Tao Te Ching”.

 

There is a world #digitalart

flat landscape

there is a world

quite not like ours

there is a place

that provokes our wildest imaginations

where dawn breaks with a birdsong

and rainbows smile with a million colors

dreamland

promised land

it has many names

yes, there is a world

or so I have heard

but I’d like to be there someday

someday

SOME day

let’s hope it’s worth all the wait

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Hardwired To Fail (Phoenix) #poetry #graphicdesign

fail

what are we

but feeble beings

hardwired to fail

and rise again

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not once

not twice

but every time

stronger

bolder

a little less feeble

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after all

.

what are we

but feeble beings

hardwired to fail…

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phoenix – red: hardwired to fail

sketch version – phoenix

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thanks!