The Familiar Stage

Posted by amalbose On May - 8 - 2010

You have beautifully realized your part in the play of my life adding everlasting flavor and delicacy to it. But when you leave after your guest role, back to your own play, its me who is shedding a tear for my play have to go on without you. Image Courtesy: deviantART

The Question

Posted by amalbose On August - 11 - 2009

He slammed the door shut and stormed out. A warm smile waited for him outside. All his sorrows died away and a cool breeze swept through his heart. Smilingly he got into the cab with her. Peeking through the bedroom window, a small girl asked a teary pair of eyes “Where is daddy going, mamma?”

The Kiss – 55 Fiction

Posted by amalbose On July - 18 - 2009

. The smile from the sparkling eyes filled his heart with warmth and he felt helpless at the yearning desire to be together forever. The longing amativeness to make this sensuous soul his own intensified every second. Unable to hold back anymore, looking deep into those craving eyes, he leaned forward and kissed him. First. [...]

Cursed Word

Posted by amalbose On May - 20 - 2009

Well guys, this is my first attempt in 55 fiction.Her words were deep cuts to his heart. The perennial smile on his face faded away.“Is there someone else?” he asked.“Leave me alone, just go“With a heavy heart and welled up eye he slowly turned and left.Holding back tears she opened the wrinkled paper and reread [...]

The Familiar Stage

Posted by amalbose On May - 8 - 20103 COMMENTS

Sad by Spyxxx 199x300 The Familiar Stage

You have beautifully realized your part in the play of my life adding everlasting flavor and delicacy to it. But when you leave after your guest role, back to your own play, its me who is shedding a tear for my play have to go on without you.

Image Courtesy: deviantART

The Tale of a Thread

Posted by amalbose On November - 1 - 20098 COMMENTS


 snapping rope The Tale of a Thread

Started as a thin strand

feeble, flimsy and tender
each smiles and chats
adding more layers to it.
Slowly and happily,
it grew in size.
Adorned it with stories and pranks
we felt the rope shrink in length
getting thicker and stronger
with each beat of our hearts
bringing us closer
to continue the journey,
as a single beat of rhythm.
But the small fights and remarks
left deep cuts on the rope.
No matter how thick the rope grew around it,
it remained as the weakest links
sinfully waiting for that slightest of pulls.
And it happened;
the rope cut loose
and we both were left with our halves.
All that is left now
is the echo of the empty promises,
to remind our weeping hearts
Of how a thread grew into a rope.

The Question

Posted by amalbose On August - 11 - 200961 COMMENTS

Missing someone by andyslade The Question
He slammed the door shut and stormed out. A warm smile waited for him outside. All his sorrows died away and a cool breeze swept through his heart. Smilingly he got into the cab with her.
Peeking through the bedroom window, a small girl asked a teary pair of eyes
“Where is daddy going, mamma?”

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