Friendship Day Haiku.

Haiku on Friendship Day

You and I are friends

Our bond is unbreakable

Always on my mind

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Innocent childhood days

Bring young smiles on my old face

Oh time, take me back

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A promise to love

Help, support and encourage

Friendship is a gift.

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Teardrop on my cheek

Reminds me you have gone away

Missing my lost friend.

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By Sulekha Rawat

I Will Never Forgive

 

I will never forgive.

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The Sea smiles, mockingly, slow
Somewhere buried in its depths,
Lies a forgotten love
The waves beg for forgiveness
Their repentance, insincere
Their entreaty a shocking blow

The frothy waves had beckoned
Tantalisingly , willed us in
I was spared, or was I?
His coffin, the sea bed had become
My wails went unheard
His gasps, I can still vividly hear

Now I stand by the shore
Daring the white monsters
Take me with you, at least try
My fury masks my heartache
For the dam once broken
Will drown me under its waves.

 

By
Sulekha Rawat

 

 

My Angel

Wordy Wednesday Prompt

Her fairy tale

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She lived on this earth for a short time, a mere 11.5 years to be precise. Our entreaties didn’t change her destiny and ours too, we stood mutely and watched her go. The universe ignored our pleas, rejected our humble requests to let her stay with us for some more time. We still had a lot of things to do, play catch, go for long drives, be each other’s support and strength but time was not on our side.

Our little princess rode away into the sunset, alone. We were left holding on to her sweet memories. Her fairy tale ended before we could bid her a final goodbye, our unsaid words haunt us. We pray that she is in a good place and her soul is at peace, RIP Sparky.

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This Week: Phrase Prompt

Her fairy tale

This week’s prompt comes from B-A-R member, writer and blogger,

Nibha Gupta, who blogs here.

Read about Wordy Wednesdays Here

A Garden For You.

SLike waves crashing on to the shore, your memories hit me with their fierce force at times and make me stumble under their unexpected onslaught. Though the frequency has lessened, the intensity has not. There are periods of times I happily go about my daily routine and then there are those dark moments that cast a shadow on everything bright, plunging the sun into the sea at noon. I dread this blackness, the sheer nothingness of it chokes me and I forget to breathe for a while.

The finality of your going away hits me, knowing there is no way you will be back with me in this lifetime scares me, makes me realize the severity of my loss and I can feel my heart sink to the bottom of my rib cage, collapsing with grief, deflated like a balloon with a tear.

I find your pretty white hair on the keyboard of my laptop you used to love scratching with your sharp nails and I forget to type. Walking into a room, I spy your favorite toy, the one your Didi had wanted to put with you in the incinerator but the man at the cemetery had refused citing some excuse and I can’t stop my tears from flowing down my cheeks.

Listening to the song that was playing on the radio during your last car ride to the hospital brings a smile to my face because you were there with me when I had heard it last but it also breaks my heart. I missed you so much today that I could think of nothing else; I had to hold you in my arms one last time so I opened the urn and held your ashes in my hands. Forgive me for this intrusion but it did help the panic subside.

Since your going away, there have been a lot of waking hours, unaccounted for from my days. I sit down to read a book but after a couple of hours I look down at the unopened book in my lap and wonder what’s the matter with me, or is it the clock’s fault for racing ahead of me.

After a month’s mourning I have started going to the park for my walk, late in the evenings. The first day was bad, I could manage only 15 minutes of strolling but after a week it has increased to 25 minutes. I have made a furry friend in the park, his name is Brownie. I talk to him about you, my Sparky baby, and he listens. He sits next to me on the lawn and lets me scratch behind his ears and on top of his head.

1I have converted the balcony into a mini garden in your memory and have planted a few indoor plants in containers. I talk to them and tell them stories about you, they seem to enjoy them because my garden looks green, bright and cheerful. You have made a decent gardener out of me, I no longer have black thumbs :)

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Unheard Screams

2015-05-13_00.14.50 I opened my mouth to scream but couldn’t even manage to utter a weak moan; I just stood there staring at my baby’s open eyes. She looked frozen in time, like a still portrait. The iron grip on my heart kept squeezing, forcing me to take deep gulps of tortured breaths, my eyes fixed firmly on her unmoving form. I can’t describe that feeling, it was as if the world had suddenly been stripped of all life, I felt alone and terrified, afraid of living without her sweet face to come home to, her unconditional love to soothe my heart and her loving touch to heal my soul.

RIP Sparky, please don’t be mad at me for my unending scream, I am trying to stop :(

Miss you…

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This Week: Word Prompt

Scream

This week’s prompt comes from B-A-R member, writer and blogger,

Inderpreet Kaur Uppal, who blogs here.

Write a minimum of 100 words on the prompt.

Z At Last #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to my blog.

This is my fourth time at #AtoZChallenge and my theme this year is Sparky, my 11-year-old Dalmatian. You can read all about my theme here.

Adorable SheToday is the last day of this blogging challenge and I have had a wonderful time writing posts about my darling Sparky. I hope to compile all these posts and make an eBook, the title will be, Sparky, of course :)

I have shared stories about Sparky all April, I even dug out pictures from our old albums for my posts. There was an urgency in my writing as Sparky is very unwell and I wanted to make this memory with her, even though she can’t read at least she could feel my love and witness my emotions.

The letter of the day is Z and all I can think of is the assortment of stuffed toys we have at home for Sparky. Here is Sparky with her collection of animals, her own private zoo :)

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By Sulekha Rawat

Check out some other Bloggers participating in the challenge: AtoZ List 2015

And the Blog-A-Rhythm AtoZ posts featuring many prolific bloggers.

You and Me

Welcome to my blog.

This is my fourth time at #AtoZChallenge and my theme this year is Sparky, my 11-year-old Dalmatian. You can read all about my theme here.

Adorable SheHAIKU FOR SPARKY


You are my precious 

Mine to love and hold always

My guardian angel

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All my smiles and all my tears

You and me are one

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By Sulekha Rawat

Check out some other Bloggers participating in the challenge: AtoZ List 2015

And the Blog-A-Rhythm AtoZ posts featuring many prolific bloggers.

‘Xmas’

Welcome to my blog.

This is my fourth time at #AtoZChallenge and my theme this year is Sparky, my 11-year-old Dalmatian.You can read all about my theme here.

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Sparky has always loved Xmas, maybe because she came into our lives during this time. She was born on 7 November 2003 but we brought her home just before Christmas, so that she could stay with her mother and get the essential nourishment from her milk for at least 6-7 weeks. We have seen little puppies that are separated from their mothers before they are 4 weeks old, they look so sad and undernourished.

My daughter, Shloka, loves Christmas more than anyone else in our house. She insists on getting a tree every year and decorates the tree lovingly, she ropes in all of us in this activity, bless her sweet heart.

This year was special as my son, Kartik, was going far away from Delhi for two years to study Business Management, and this was the last Christmas we were all going to be together. Sparky’s failing health also was a concern, so we made a celebration out of decorating the tree.

Here are some of the pictures we took during decorating the tree and a few of Sparky with her new toy, ordered from flipkart by Shloka Didi :)

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By Sulekha Rawat

Check out some other Bloggers participating in the challenge: AtoZ List 2015

And the Blog-A-Rhythm AtoZ posts featuring many prolific bloggers.

Why Do I Love Thee?

Welcome to my blog.

This is my fourth time at #AtoZChallenge and my theme this year is Sparky, my 11-year-old Dalmatian. You can read all about my theme here.

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Why do I love thee?

A lifetime won’t be enough

Eternity won’t suffice

The words will fall short

When I try to tell you

What you mean to me

Do you not see

The joy you bring to me

How do you overlook

The waves of your love

Soaking my soul

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Your true value in my life

Leave me alone for a day

And see if I can survive

Your love keeps me happy

Your loyalty lets me sleep,

Peacefully at night

Man’s best friends

Are aplenty

You are,

My truest friend.

By Sulekha Rawat

Check out some other Bloggers participating in the challenge: AtoZ List 2015

And the Blog-A-Rhythm AtoZ posts featuring many prolific bloggers.

Vital

Welcome to my blog.

This is my fourth time at #AtoZChallenge and my theme this year is Sparky, my 11-year-old Dalmatian. You can read all about my theme here.

Adorable SheHAIKU FOR SPARKY

 

Veil of cheerfulness

Covers the pain and sorrow

My brave Sparky smiles

 

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My darling angel Sparky

Don’t ever leave me

 

Visage full of joy

Shields from us hurting insides

True warrior she.

By Sulekha Rawat

Check out some other Bloggers participating in the challenge: AtoZ List 2015

And the Blog-A-Rhythm AtoZ post featuring my post ‘VACANT’ :)

“Some days I think of a million things I could write about in my blog, but when I sit in front of my computer screen, I have nothing to say. My mind goes blank, vacant. I feel like a fraud, an imposter in a writer’s body. Aren’t writers supposed to be full of new and interesting ideas, ready to write up a storm at the drop of an ink drop from their eloquent pens?

Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler”… contd