A multi-billionaire died.
His fortune was to be equally
divided amongst his grandsons.
As per his will, a secret
treasure would belong to the grandson, who cracked the clue-
"Sandwiched by water and
greenery- no access by road even if you try;
After reaching, you'll find it
guarded by the one with the keen eye..."
Entire estate could be accessed
by road.
Where was the treasure?
You once professed your deep love for me-
Believing you, "You & Me" merged as one!
I accepted your "Team WE" proposal & identity;
Complied with your ideas of intimacy & fun.
Fought with my upset family; it was you I chose.
Just you in my heart & eyes, I severed all my ties.
"Till death do us apart", we took our holy vows.
Our inter-religion marriage would sure win & rise.
They warned- "All this is a lie, eye-wash, smart plan"-
I was yet another virgin prey for you & your group.
Promising you my all, I offered myself as your top fan.
Consumed by your love, I was the flavour in your soup.
I dreamt my life would be an eternal honeymoon-
With you by my side as king, I'd feel like a queen.
My high castles in the air collapsed pretty soon.
You metamorphosed into a beast, unheard & unseen.
I tried to keep my faith, persevere, & to keep pace,
You & your family forced me into the conversion.
I was simply a prize-trophy, forgotten after the race.
I bore you heirs; you exploited fruits of our relation.
"It's you, again!" the border security-officer encountered Raunaq.
It was Raunaq's fifth
cross-border trip via his truck that month.
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| Photo Prompt- Sandra Crook |
"Am sure you are smuggling
something inside this stack of hay”.
"Please check, officer. I’ll
wait." Raunaq confidently said just like he had said before.
The border-force checked.
They even used metal-detectors.
The bluebirds were nowhere to be
found.
She was trying to spot them
like crazy.
She had always wanted to research
and write a book about the bluebirds.
Many could be spotted in that
eco-zone where she had grown up.
Wasn’t the spot near the river
their favorite place?
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| Photo Prompt- Penny Gadd |
Tanka is a form of Japanese poetry. There are five lines in this type of poem.
Though I had heard of the term before, I did not have the chance to explore this form previously.
Did so thanks to the Tanka contest opportunity by Blogchatter.
It was great to read the Tankas of Kamala Ramesh.
I tried reading up more about Tanka. Here are some of my lines as my maiden creation.
Hope you like my five Tankas presented below:
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"That's really not fair!"
"All
my husband gets is this old country house, while grandfather leaves his posh
city apartment for hubby's younger brother!"
Liz was upset.
"I have many memories
attached with this home. Grandpa knew," Mike said fondly caressing his
grandfather's framed photograph.
"I always knew I would
inherit this ever since he had handed me this box a decade ago."
In the antique silver-box were the most exquisite keys Liz had ever seen.
Ratha Jatra or Ratha Yatra or Rath Yatra, also called the ‘Chariot Festival' of Puri Shree Jagannatha is a centuries-old festival of Odisha, India. It finds mention in many ancient texts like the Brahma Purana, Padma Purana, Skanda Purana, Kapila Samhita, Bamadeva Samhita, Niladri Mahodaya etc.
Ratha Jatra is celebrated all over the world now.
This annual festival is celebrated on Asadha Shukla Paksha Dwitiya (second day in bright fortnight of Asadha month, the third month of the Odia calendar).
The rituals have been held systematically as per the tithi for hundreds of years. The preparations start early. The first lot of wood for constructing the Rathas reaches by Basanta Panchami, and Puja (Ratha Katha Anukula) is done.
The
construction of the chariots starts on the day of Akshaya Trutiya (the third
day of the bright fortnight of the month of Baisakha). Skilled artisans and
craftsmen construct the Rathas following
centuries-old traditions. The size and specifications of the Rathas are
fixed.
Ratha Jatra is the journey of Lord Jagannath, along with brother Balabhadra and sister Subhadra from their abode, Shreemandira, to their birthplace, Shree Gundicha Temple. Thus, this is also called Gundicha Jatra.
She loved the outings with her
grandfather.
They cycled taking the roads
less travelled.
One day, they found a shortcut
to the woods.
An abandoned van made Grandpa
say- "So here you are!"
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| Photo Prompt- Russell Gayer |
They struggled to open the
jammed door.
When I saw that cheat enjoying
himself in the resort, I was livid.
Such unethical people mustn’t
do what they do.
He had to be taught a
lesson.
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| Photo Prompt- Brenda Cox |
He had copied all my work and
gained undue credit and awards.
He maligned my name and
reputation, and appropriated my creations, claiming them to be his own ideas!
