2nd August is my husband’s fifth death anniversary. May his soul rest in peace. Ameen.
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Today is the day
You left elsewhere
Five years of my life have sped away
Foggy days reminds me of you
Makes me inexplicably sad
Overcast skies spill rain from above
Joins me in tears shed this day
(Sheen-August2017)
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DAILY PROMPT
Foggy
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Crazy, and evil people detonate
Innocent lives
Leaving a trail of tears, and sorrow
In it’s wake
Hatred and more destruction reawake
(Sheen-May2017)
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DAILY PROMPT
Detonate
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Whenever I get the urge to chuckle
I try to restrain my laughs
Less hot tears should catch me unaware
All those times I had a few laughs
Grief and tears came from nowhere
For many a laugh, it’s true
Unexpected sadness does hit you
(Sheen-April2017)
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Daily Prompt
Chuckle
My eyes blur as they look at you
Hot tears fall down on your grave
Can you feel my presence here
Or you lie unmoved by my tears
Evening draws near it will soon be dark
I have to leave, will soon depart
A year will pass before I come again
To visit you and see your grave
(Sheen-Febuary2017)
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DAILY PROMPT
Blur
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Disaster suddenly occurs
When it’s least expected
Suddenly moves overhead and is there
Grief floors a person unaware
A gut wrenching feeling takes over
Why did it happen for whatever reason
Sadness and tears overwhelms a person bare
(Sheen-April 2016)
DAILY PROMPT
Disaster
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He couldn’t see beyond her mein
A colorful web bond him unseen
He drew nearer and fell into the dark depths
Slowly fate unraveled unforeseen
A life thrown away, without mercy trampled upon
Tears and lament for what life could have been
(Sheen-April2016)
Daily Prompt: Colorful. Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Continuous rain makes me glum and sad
Would prefer for it to not appear
The falling of rain looks like tears falling
Of an unhappy person in despair
Wish it would go away and disappear
Leaving the skies for the sun to cheer
(Sheen)
DAILY PROMPT
Singin’ in the Rain
Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.
Trio No. 3
by Ben Huberman
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).
I was tired, and covered with dust, and grime. I had worked at cleaning my place the whole day. I had reached home from Riyadh, after two months. Lala (my elder brother) had come to fetch me from the airport.
After sitting in his car, I requested him to take me to the CSD Complex first before taking me home. I needed to stock up on eatables like milk, eggs, chickens, bread, vegetables — everything necessary to start my kitchen once again. The shopping done, Lala dropped me home, leaving me in the driveway with my bags and groceries.
Making my home habitable took the remaining part of the day. It was night now. I badly needed a shower to clean myself from the dust which had settled down in my hair, and on my face.
I turned on the tap. There was a minute trickle of water. I realized that the water tank must be empty. We had used up all the water to do the cleaning. Noman (servant) must have forgotten to turn on the machine to fill the water tank. I was really mad at his forgetfulness. I couldn’t ring the bell for him, knowing once he went off to sleep, you couldn’t wake him up. My (late) husband used to go, and bang his door, when he won’t answer, but for me it wasn’t appropriate.
Shedding tears of frustration, I went to the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water from the fridge. They were cold, but I needed to wash my hands, and for the ablution before saying my Isha Prayers.
You can imagine how awful I felt with making do with so little water.
Everything clean except for me.
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Never again I will be naive
Trusting someone with my heart
My secrets, my fantasies
My likes, dislikes
When I am let down
I feel the kick
Left to me are
The wounds to lick
I feel anger
Disillusionment
Like goes away
Never to return
Trust gets lost
And tears remain
In response to Daily Prompts.Daily Prompt, Never Again
This month I remained busy with tying up odds and ends at home. Actually I was coming to US to spend time with my son and grand children. My younger grandchild IB was very much excited and kept asking his father, as to when his Dado will come. He drove his father up the wall with his questioning. IB was there at the airport along with his father. Both had to wait one and a half hour for me to emerge out finally. I was exhausted with the long journey and the long wait in line for the immigration. There were few booths open and the Aliens were far too many.
Whenever I come to US I feel I have arrived home. The people are extremely nice and they are always smiling. You always feel welcome here. The trees and the greenery are another lovely sight to behold. I simply love it here, although I do get a lot of discreet stares which I try to ignore.
Reaching my son’s home my daughter in law in her own way to welcome me, had prepared a lot of dishes. There was quite a spread on the dining table. Later on I went up to the room which they had assigned to me. IB joined me after sometime. He brought out his wallet. It had three dollars in it. He took out one dollar from it and put it in my hand. “Here, Dado take this. You will need to buy something for yourself.” It brought tears to my eyes over his generosity to share what he had.
Flowers and Breezes 