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The moment I saw the weekly topic of  Sunday Scribblings ‘Sports’,  the mind echoed the following incident of my School day. Flashing back into the age when the only thing that could hurt were wounded knees, Guess what?……I am now in complete nostalgia!

For us, each student carried a sort of ‘house’ (a color) and usually the competitions were held between the houses. My house was ‘green’ which was termed as ‘Pratab House’. Once in my seventh standard, my house captain wrote my name for the up-coming Table Tennis Match even when I told her about my ignorance in TT. She was not getting enough players and to fill her list, I was the victim. She assured me completely that my chance could never come as all the other players were too weak and our house would be ‘out’ in just a couple of minutes. On D-Day, was it some miracle or what, our house was actually winning. For the doubles, I heard my name from somewhere and that moment it appeared as if someone had taken the earth below my feet. I somehow got-up and went near the table. What you can expect from a girl who had never even touched TT racket, the scoldings just started pouring from my Games Teacher. And at last, it was decided and she would be playing from my side. As it was written, our house won the match. Next day to my surprise, in the morning assembly when the results were declared, my name also blinked somewhere among winners. As it would have been, my class teacher got impressed with my ‘sporty’ nature and after few days I saw myself to be the ‘monitor’ of the class.

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Today the topic on Sunday Scribbling is ‘Organic’ and here is my intake on the subject…..


          of fading relations


          of unbroken threads


          of paragon memories


          of vanishing glares


          of crushed yearning


          of innocent tears


          of unbridle happiness


          of silent words

Will all be vanished from my life?

          Simply because…

I am organic

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I weaved the twigs


high-up on my starfruit tree


to have a nest, a home


for my blue bird


who has flown away


to some unknown horizon.


Like a wooden smile


which has come to rest


on my lips,


for me to realize


my smile is just my nest


my nest in poverty of wait


for her blue bird


my smile in poverty of faith


for her happiness




both of them are rich  


in fakeness of my life



This is my intake for Sunday Scribbling in-take for the week. The topic is ‘for richer or poorer’. From SS…….. 

Twists of fortune, wedding vows, the woes of the economy, dreams of riches. You might write about what it was like being a poor college student, or what you’d do if you won the lottery. Or about what true riches are, or different kinds of poverty: poverty of the spirit, of the imagination, of the pocket. Have you ever encountered true poverty? How about ridiculous wealth? Most of us probably fall in the huge spectrum in between, but if you’ve had any experiences with the extremes, it might be interesting to write about that.

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Today the topic on Sunday Scribbling is ‘I believe…” and here is my in-take for SS…..

Wisdom of hollowness inside my body

sometime argues with endurance of my soul

Makes me to abandon all my words…….

the words of my spirit, “I believe in ME”


Barren land of haunted desires

sometime craves for spark of drop

My body wants to leave everything

But my soul cries and shouts….

“I believe in vigor of my tears”


Lifeless body lingers with soul

sometime hides behind fallacious wall

My body leaves truth to live in fallacy

But my soul dances and shouts…

“I believe in trueness of my breath”


Somewhere beyond this moment

where my soul and my body dances

in the realm of isolated heaven

I can surely hear my song….

I believe in togetherness

of my body and my soul

“I Believe in ME”


PS – I always felt for many things, an argument always goes between my soul and my body. With this prompt, I just reflected my belief in ‘Me’ – a different me, where I can see togetherness of my Soul and Body.

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Today the topic on Sunday Scribbling  is ‘Late’. And guess what, in one of the social networking site my fortune is:-

Tomorrow’s life is too late. Live today”. Loved it!

And this is my in-take for Sunday Scribbling…..

Someday when my canvas

will be turned white again

Just come near to me

with colors in your hand

I am never late to be painted again by you!


Someday when my eyes

will be fixed-up in the sky

Just come near to me

with tears in your eyes

I am never late to shed dryness of my eyes!


Someday when my body

will be alloyed with soil

Just Come near to me

with tulips of love

I am never late for your unbounded love!


Someday when my soul

will be passed into angel in heaven

I will surely come to you

as shinning star of the darkest night

May be………

my destiny was just little late in crossing your way!

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The topic on Sunday Scribbling  is ‘I knew instantly’. Here is my in-take for this topic….

Withered by promise of spring


I, the forgotten autumn leaf


swayed with song of balmy wind


carried a deep promise for you


a promise of


melody in every rustle of step


beauty of sunset in every color


tale of promises from my lord


I, the forgotten autumn leaf


the moment I lost identity


I knew instantly


to be forgotten by my lord tree


to be forgotten by my embracer


But I have known eventually


you breathed the song silently


you danced in rustle’s melody


you kissed every color’s beauty


you thanked lord for unsaid promises


– unsaid promises reflecting my identity! 

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Today the topic on Sunday Scribbling  is ‘Grateful’. Without allowing my brain to do much exercise, I am here with these lines…………

If today you

will come

will hold my hand,

will take me to heaven

will then give-up in-between

then a kiss will fly from this dying soul…….

I am grateful for this freefall!


If today you

will come

will hypnotize my roses

will make me to close eyes

will then crush all my roses

then a last breath will sleep on this rose bed…..

I am grateful for my every last breath!


If today you

never come

never hope can smile behind grey clouds

never life can rest in lap of vibrant death

never thunder can dilute in angelic silence

never Can I be you, never You can be I…….

I am grateful for every of you in me!

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