Conversations with a cloud

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I saw a cloud floating above my window,
Aimlessly drifting till it spied me watching
We had a small staring contest
On this dull Friday morning

It sat on its cushiony white bottom
Looking down at me, staring hard
I stared back and thought I’m winning
But then the cloud brought out its trump card

It shifted slightly and the sun came out
Blinding me with the sudden glare
I shielded my eyes and looked away
The cloud said it had won, fair and square

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Down to earth – A challenge on trees

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Beautifully burning bright,
Soft red leaf-petals alight
Like flames lapping up the wood pyre
Through the branches like wild-fire

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Forest of leaves in a cement jungle
Couple of trees standing lone and humble
Buildings shoot up above the sparse canopy
Yet the spring blooms whisper a soft melody

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The soft earth seems inviting
Strewn with fallen leaves and fruits
I nestle near the tree so confiding
And whisper with a friendly feeling
I felt a bond that no storm could uproot,
Below the ground, we share the same roots

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*By an utter, absolute coincidence, Tuesday evening I took my camera out for a walk and clicked some pictures of this beautifully blossomed tree below my building. I’m linking this up with Poetics over at dVerse, where Abhra has us writing poems about trees.

I’m also linking up to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (for the first time) where this week is about Leaves and Trees. I’m not a photographer, so for that I dove into my photo archives, and to my relief found a bunch of tree photos from treks and travels, in addition to the ones above. Here they are:

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A tree at the top of the mountain
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A Goa beach sunset

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The Girl Who Listens

As far back as my memory goes, I’ve always been ‘The Girl Who Listens’.

I was a silent child, too much into books and puzzles to stop and learn some valuable practical lessons regarding the ‘world’ (which, back then simply meant ‘school’). I was nice and sweet, and never got in anyone’s way, so I made friends easily. I was the girl people told their secrets to.

At 15, I suddenly grew up from a sweet, quiet kid to a girl who had discovered that she could think. I began to actually talk to communicate stuff, and I liked it. I made new friends who liked me for the way I was, and I was happy. I was even friends with some boys from my class!

One day, this cute guy started a conversation with me outside our class. We were both favorites of our Math professor (yes, I was a nerd!) and we spoke a little of this, a little of that. Soon the conversations turned to late night chats. He was bright, intelligent, and the more I thought about it, he was just the kind of guy I would love to like.

And then he finally mustered up his courage, and told me… that he’d been crushing on my best friend for weeks, and could I please find out if she liked him too? I was the girl who the guys approached, to tell me about their crush on one of my girlfriends.

It turned out, she did like him, only to break his heart soon after. And once again, still uncomplaining, I gave him my ear, and also my heart. It did not take him long to notice my tear-stained shoulder and to catch my unbroken heart. And as all teenage loves go, many painful years later, I realized only too late how much of a rebound I was for him.

I’ve now successfully ended things with him – and emerged with my head above the water. I’m older and wiser in experience. I’ve even been approached by guys for myself, to ask me out. I’ve had relationships that did not begin with a shoulder to cry on.

Just yesterday a close friend confided in me that she wants to break up with her boyfriend of many years. Soon after she ended things with him, I got a phone call from her boyfriend, asking me to talk to her and to try and convince her to give him another chance. I realize I’m still the girl who listens to everyone. But now I see it as a good thing. This tells me that I connect well with people. It makes me happy, knowing that my friends are comfortable with talking about their feelings with me, and that they know I’m here for them and that they can trust me.

Universe in me

Like the trees standing tall,

I am the Shade. 

Like the swallows flitting rapidly by,

I am Hope

For strength to spread its wings,

and for flight to return back home.

I am a part of everything I see.

I am you… 

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This week’s ultimate gargleblaster question was:

Why do birds suddenly appear? 

And we have to give a (family-free) response in 42 words exact. Head over to the challenge by clicking on the badge. Trust me, it’s a very cool challenge!

First loves

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A look and a smile from afar
Awakens flutters in the heart
A spring in each step, dancing on the stars
First pangs of love that blossom at the start

Time wrapped under a wide blanket smile –
dizzy from spells of new romance
Walks on the shore, dreams of the aisle
A fairy tale love flowing from a glance

Oh, young love can drown out the crowd
Turn a blind eye and deaf ear for passion
Stubborn love, looking for signs among clouds,
lost in new-found freedom of expression

Tender heart cocooned in youth, unbroken
Pangs of first true love – never forgotten

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Today at dVerse, Tony sets us to write sonnets – the task is to get the meter and rhyme right. I’ve barely managed to link up before it expires. I don’t think I do a very good job with rhyme and sonnets -it wearies me! So I welcome you constructive criticism and any comments on the form. I would really appreciate it! 🙂