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Identical

I don’t want to see you

The smile is not there

Replaced with worry lines

You look defeated

With shoulders sagging at times

I don’t want to see you

My identical image in the mirror

It’s best I forget you

Or I’ll deem myself a failure

(Sheen-March2018)

Identical

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Wrinkle

Yesterday I didn’t get the daily prompt in my mail. Late at night opened the reader in WordPress, and came to know yesterday’s prompt.

The first wrinkles which become evident, and are the fore runner of the coming old age, are the downward lines round the mouth. I have always felt men are lucky creatures. They can grow a beard hiding those unbecoming lines, and suddenly look dashing. What can a woman do? Nothing! Unless you consider plastic surgery, Botox or something similar.

Most are costly options. Definitely she can’t grow a beard. It’s out.

The only way is to SMILE. So keep smiling. 😊

Wrinkle

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I Fake a Smile


My mask is in place, I fake a smile

Though my heart is bleeding inside

Showing an attitude I don’t care

True feelings put on hide

Face belies the stress going through

Trying to forget I have tried

(Sheen-2016)

 

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Manners

Daily Prompt: City Planners
If you could clone one element from another city you’ve visited — a building, a cultural institution, a common street food etc — and bring it to your home town, what would it be?

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The one thing I would like to bring back would be manners. There is definitely a lack of manners.

I stayed in Troy, NY, for three months. That was way back. Maybe the people there have changed too.

I do find people here lacking in manners.

If you were going after some person right into the building, the one ahead of you, would hold the door open for you, and let you pass. Nobody does it here.

Another thing is, if you are the one holding the door, the person you let through doesn’t say, thank you. He or she thinks, you are the official doorman, or something like that. Maybe the person thinks, he or she is a royalty.

Total strangers would give you a smile, if accidentally your eyes met. Sorry, there is no smile here. If you smile at them, in return you get a stare which effectively freezes you. Maybe they have Botox in their cheeks, they can’t smile.

People have started littering. On walks I see things thrown on the grass, or near a shrub. That is so annoying.

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Gone!

I saw him standing in white clothes. I am seeing him exactly after a gap of two months. Joyfully I rush forward and put my arms around him to hug him tightly. “You are not going to leave me, are you?” Smilingly, he promises,” No never.”
But he is gone and never holds on to his promise. I wake up and realize it was just a dream. Tears stream down my face whenever I think back to Aug 2, 2012 the day the sky and everything around me turned black. My husband embarked on this day on his final journey. He was suffering from Signet Ring Carcinoma of stomach, the worse type of cancer imaginable. I used to block thoughts about his impending death to hold on to sanity.
Friends and relatives say he was a person who graced any occasion with his presence there. He was always smiling but cancer took away his smile.
He is gone but in a way he is still there for me. He is there in the smile of our son, the sounding of his footsteps and his voice. He is there in how our daughter conducts herself. She is really a chip of the old block and in so many ways resembles him.
I know he will be there when I begin my final journey.

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On the road to Chitral, Pakistan
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Twilight outside my home