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 song of the bright pearl

Posted by amalbose On May - 12 - 20107 COMMENTS
Violinist of the Woods by ChuZyChaZ The song of the bright pearl
Searching for the lips that sang the song
of deep passionate love,
I saw the bright pearl floating away,
and everything else felt worth losing.
Without turning around
to see what ive lost on my way,
i followed the addicting song
and took the pearl in my hands.
Deep in my heart, i sowed
feeding it day and night
with my love, joy and care.
I let my heart dance
at the rhythm of its song,
my dreams grew around it.
But i heard its voice tremble
in my smothering embrace.
Why didn’t i know, all this time
that the song was not sung for me.

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.

Quest for my goal

Posted by amalbose On May - 26 - 2009ADD COMMENTS

Sad line of life by SricardoS Quest for my goal

Sorrow hovered over me a like the dark cloud
Blocking the sun’s rays from reaching me
My hopeful peeks into my future were blinded
By the piercing glare of my impossible goal
I tried to block the light with my hands
And that was when I found out I was invisible,
and why my screams reached deaf years
I tried to move forward to my goal
But found myself tied to my putrid past
by the laughter around me:
You are too insignificant.
You won’t make it. What a joke!

Holding back tears, I fell on my knees.
They had finally opened the oak door that
I had tried all my life to keep locked
And all my nightmares came onto me,
to further lower me into my grave.
I stood there with a drooping face
waiting for defeat to capture me.
Like dew refreshing a dying flower
I felt a cool mist surround and rejuvenate me
The love of those who cared for me,
those I have abandoned for my quest for the stars.
I let the tears from my crimson eyes
wash away the sin I had committed.
Closing myself onto me
my dream on my mind,
I walked towards my goal.

Its Priya Joyce‘s birthday on 27th and i wish her a really wonderful birthday..

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