TRASH THE ASH

TRASH THE ASH

Who says being a quitter is a bad thing?

I have been strong for far too long, can’t keep the pace now.
I have been carrying on ,driving down the same old roads, I am losing faith, starting to lose face.
Seems it’s the same every day, seems nothing ever changes. I have nothing left to lose, there is nothing left to gain. There isn’t anything left to say.
These pills only kill the pain for just so long, just one more line and I will be able to go on. I have run out of cigarettes to smoke, I am down to my last shot of whiskey. I know that if I keep up this lifestyle, it will kill me .

Hold me close,do not let me go,I find myself becoming my own worst enemy.Hold me tight ,don’t let my mind take flight .It is getting harder for me to breathe.I need a helping hand ,someone to save me from myself ,because I do not think I can and I do not know how much more I can stand. I feel I have lost my mind,all concept of time,I go to extreme just to unwind .

I am sorry if my words have brought you down ,it seems like you are always around,for the good and the bad days,when I am feeling crazy,a touch of insane.You get it all ,the best of me and the worst of me ,now that I am down on my knees,crying please.I realise it’s you who whispers to me calmly,soothing away the misery.It is you who makes me want to straighten out and get clean.I know there is a better way to ease my pain ,I do not need drugs to make myself feel sane .I have you brighten those darker days .


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Google Images

END OF REIGN

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End of Reign

“Death is inevitable. A reign that is created, must fall apart.”

The body will decompose or fly. The phony sculptures and mighty architectures will not stand still. One day or the other, it will atomize into soil and sand. It’ll worth nothing more than blowing dust. The power, we are fighting for, will fall. The dog tag of the religious illusions will melt. No culture, no belief, no faith will hold us together.

Pseudo brotherhood will die in vain.

The only fact of time-and-space is true. Evolution is just a word. Space between two-time periods is evolution. Cosmic energy that was travelling through space has given birth to this beautiful universe. From nothing all emerge. And after billions of years we took birth with no religion, no greed and no ego.

The experience we gathered, the knowledge we shared and the space between us has given our identity. The starvation and security forced us together. Later, pleasure and power overrun our judgment. Nationality, language, colour, habit, religion, circadian rhythm have bifurcated the freedom of living. And as we progress through time, one after another the light of Mesopotamian civilization, Indus valley civilization, Macedonian Dynasty, Maurya Dynasty, Roman Empire, Ottoman Empire, Mughal Empire, British Empire went off.

The rise of renaissance buried the social abuses and slavery. A new global awareness and care is spreading. Information and education, vision and ambition, rapid creation and destruction are erasing the myths, customs and traditions that don’t pace with time. Old must die, and new finds its place. And when it will reach its pick. Sooner or later the overexploitation and injustice towards this globe and automation will eventually destroy mankind, a new era will take place.

History will repeat itself. Same as dinosaur were once completely erased and we took their place. And eventually this planet will also end once the sun burn out all of its energy. Everything that we know today will turn into nothing.

The Death is the Ultimate Truth.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Google Images

Captioning Photographs

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Pre-Script:

If you’re a writer and you’ve got friends who do photography or, well, post any kinda posts you’ve heard this:
“Bhai is photo pe caption dede”
Translation: Bro, give me a caption for this photograph.

A few months ago, I did this:-

Jokes apart, the sole reason I do it is, I get a good subject to write upon. So, it’s kinda a thank you note to those photographers who have given me such great subjects to write upon. The amount of amazing shots that I’ve seen, inspired me to try photography myself. (Obviously on my phone, I’ll show it to you, soon.)
Here are two of the recent photos that I wrote a caption for and they’ve left me perplexed!
They’ve perfect lighting, The perfect feel and the perfect message.
Please make sure you see the amazing instagram feed of these photographers and I assure you, the job of blowing your mind will be done by their work.

Flowing Water — by Ameya Parab (@photo_scopic)

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Over the course of time, a strong rock may not be moved by the stream but it’s edges, for sure, would give way to the mighty droplets to flow ❤

A passionate photographer of the nature and potraits alike, Ameya, is an enthusiast who always carries his camera everywhere he goes. There’s rarely an occasion that I’ve seen him without his camera and he’s always behind the lens.

Camera Man — by Akash Nair(@akxshn)

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Walk barefooted on the dirt.
Capture strange things.
Talk to strange faces.
Hug the paved roads.
Kiss every rain’s droplet.
Burn in the nature’s oven.
That’s all he does & That’s all we should.

Isn’t this a masterpiece? A camera man resting on a pavement near the Gateway of India with his album open in front of him. The perfect timed shot is somehow very meaningful and so is the caption! I wonder how talented is the guy who wrote it. XD Just kidding! Check out Akash’s insta feed for more such masterpieces!

Original Idea for “Minimalism” — by Omkar Borade(@omkarborade)

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Captured on a Camera Phone!

I can’t believe it, either! Omkar sure does prove that camera phones can do wonders if used right. Don’t forget to check out his gallery, he has tons of amazing CAMERA PHONE shots!
Warning: NOOB CONTENT AHEAD.

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Crows on a wire
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IDK what this is called, Evolved version of a simple streetlight? XD
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Simple Streetlight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


All the images are subject to copyright. If reused please make sure you give the credits to the rightful owners.
AND I don’t own the first 3 amazing shots. I can only click the once at the bottom xD.

Adios!

 

 

My first love — Diary

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Dear Diary,

It’s funny how I always write in you but never for you.
And it’s surprising how you never complain while I fill your pages with the nonsensical jumble of words. All that belong to my unshaped thoughts and claim to call it a “draft”.
No matter how much I revise a draft to make it perfect, the one inside you will always be it’s purest form. Just like our bond.

You know the secrets of my wild times and the rants of my sad nights, also the time when I fell, and the time when I rose high.
You live in a shelf, hidden from the world but today I’ll make sure you’re known.

Your flawless cover is now adorned with my name and the favorite fandoms but I know you are “you” at heart.
And that’s what makes me trust you with my poems and the plots.
And honestly, if it weren’t you with me everywhere I went, my thoughts would always stay a thought.

So thank you for being you and bearing my pen strokes and tears. You’ve made me what I am.

Truly Yours,
A Writer.


©The Honest Fabler Ashutosh Gursale
©Image source- My first loves!

Guardian Angels

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I remember the time I was afraid to face the world.
It was them who held me close, like a shield and we faced it together.

I remember the time when I was afraid to tumble.
It was them who held my hand & taught me to walk.

I remember the time I felt like the water would drown me.
It was them who held me in the deep waters and taught me to swim.

I remember the time when I was afraid to meet new people at school.
It was them who told me how important a friend is in our life.

I remember the time when I was afraid my birthday gift wouldn’t be good enough.
It was them who saved for months and surprised me with the unexpected.

I remember how sad I was when my first friend left me.
It was them who gave me strength to endure the future.

I remember how sad I was when I almost flunked a major year,
It was them who provided me solace & gave me the hope to say, “Never again.”

I’ve been through times of happiness, sadness, bitterness & hurt.
But it’s always them, who have been with me till the end.

Certainly, our parents make the best squad in the world!


Update:

Hola readers! It’s always a pleasure to have you guys read my pieces and also reply to your thoughts at the same time. For this week however, I’m going for a vacation and I’ve decided to not be on the internet the whole time! So I hope you guys leave your thoughts on the post and expect my reply by the weekend! Also, my posts have already been scheduled to not cause any trouble. Oh, I love the new technologies! Hope you guys have a great week ahead. Adios!


©The Honest Fabler Ashutosh Gursale
©Image Source- My Guardian Angels

Send me a man.

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Send me a man.

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
Who loves to listen long,
And think before he speaks,
Send me a man who’ll call and not wait for weeks.

I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, he won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer when I ask
“How big is my behind?”

I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very
best friend.


©The Honest Fabler Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Wallpaperswide.com

The Imperfect Mystery — Me

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A little piece to the Imperfect Mystery of my life.

He was a mystery, or maybe he just wanted to be one.
In the world full of chimeric perfection, he was nowhere. He was flawed, so flawed that he’d be hanged if imperfection was a felony.
Of course, he wasn’t that lucky.

Growing up as a mediocre and being reminded about it every morning in the hallways of his school, he knew he didn’t belong there. Amidst the fake smiles, fake promises and real envy.
All he wished for, back then, was an escape.
An escape from the misery, from the embarrassment of being himself and from the very own reality he lived in.
Nevertheless, there was one thing he liked about being the way he was— his subconscious. The part of his intellect that showed to him the sacred and the happy worlds of imagination. A world where he was perfect. Perfect not because he had perfectly aligned teeth and a fashionable dressing sense but because his world’s definition of perfect was being real.

Diplomacy, flattery, envy and jealousy were mere letters of the alphabet put together which had no meaning. Love, appreciation and happiness was all that mattered, here.
There was one major problem, however. It all existed in his mind. A place which only he could access, a world which no one else would knew about.
Alas, he was bound be mediocre in the real world and a perfect piece in the non-real world.

Then what changed him? What made him the person who he is now? A person with a smile always glued to his face and the illumination of burning stars in his eyes.

The answer is simple. The pen and paper, the keyboard and screen, the alphabet and ink, the imagination and curiosity, the words and the stories they tell, the rhymes and the songs they create. It was the power of his mind. The power of his will. Moreover, it was the power of writing. His greatest feat. His deepest rumination.

Is he perfect now? If you wonder, then you should know he’s not. He’s still the same mediocre man in the real world but he’s changing the real world. Contributing with others to make the real world a non-real utopia.

So maybe he is perfect, after all or maybe he just wants to be.


©The Honest Fabler Ashutosh Gursale
©Image source- Myself!

Illuminating darkness.

Darkness

Robert’s mind wandered around his deadline, even while he rested his head on the glass window. He had to complete a week’s work in just one night. And the train was an hour away from home. If he had a list of things he hated, it’ll only be 4 words long. 

  1. Rescheduled Deadlines.
  2. Late trains.

“Dear, what’s the next station?” The woman next to him gave a mild shock. It wasn’t everyday that the commuters talked to each other and she didn’t seem like a daily commuter, either.

Robert had a look outside the glass pane and turned to her, “Wolfshire. Where do you have to get down?”

“Wolfshire.” She smiled sheepishly and fetched dark glasses from her purse and placed them neatly over her nose. “Guess I should get going.” She stood up but the train’s jerk pushed her back down.

“What happened?” Her expressions confused, just like Robert’s.

“Think the train doesn’t want you to go, just yet.” He forced a happy tone, suppressing the irritation underneath. “However, the electric supply is gone.”

“Oh dear, that’s trouble for you. Ironically, my internal lights have gone off long ago.” Her words left a trail. “Could you do me a little favor and tell me what’s going outside?”

Robert was already tired after a long day at work, but he didn’t feel like it was her fault, so he shrugged and looked around.

“​It’s almost dusk. The sky has turned plump orange and the clouds look like waves coming from the ocean.” Robert paused to check if she’s listening and continued.

Illumination

There is no residential area nearby but I can see a few people. There’s a girl, learning to skate down the tiny hill with her father. Her father is holding on to her waist so she doesn’t fall but oh- wow- he isn’t holding her anymore and she can skate on her own!” Robert smiled to himself, reminiscing his days as a child.

“A few meters away, there are two men walking with arms around each other, enjoying the Autumn’s breeze having the time of their lives. I think they’ve heard something now, they’re running towards the sound. I can’t see what’s happening, they’re possibly below the street level.” He said, trying to stand and have a good look.

“Ten to twenty meters above them, there’s a herd of parrots. They’re too tiny as they’re kissing the sky but I’m sure they are parrots because back in my hometown’s tiny forest, we had a their homes.”

“The two men and the girl who was skating with her father were the only ones on that street but now there’s a small mob gathering around something. They’re all rushing in together, happy faces everywhere.” Robert’s mind isn’t in the train, anymore, it’s with the people on the road, pushing each other to get a glance of the source of the cute noise.

“Ah, now I see it. It’s a box of puppies, and there’s another! So, there are two box of cute stray puppies who’ll be apparently finding themselves a home today.” He sat back and thought how happy puppies make him and how nostalgic the parrots are. “We’re going home, too. The train has started, ma’am.”

But the ma’am had already vanished from her seat, he leaned from his seat to check if she was anywhere in the passage but he failed to spot her. Smiling to himself he silently thanked her and dozed off to a peaceful sleep.


©The Honest Fabler – Ashutosh Gursale

©Image source- Google Images

Love Spreads Smiles

LOVE SPREADS SMILES

One for the thing that spreads Smiles.

The time I wished on a falling star,
I found you in my life.
From that time, you are the reason
I believe in love,
in myself,
And the world.

Now that you are my love,
I feel overwhelmed
By the moments that we share.
Moments of Life, of Joy,
And of walking hand in hand in light & dark.

It happens to be a secret.
Meeting you was not an accident but a purpose.
Purpose to continue the untold story,
to travel the journey of fantasy,
And to be together forever.

When you make love to me,
everything seems right.
Taking my hand and guiding us through the night.
You reach out, take my fears and throw them in the past,
You penetrate my soul with hopes to make it last.

When you stand with me,
never shall I be afraid.
My core you’ve touched, my sanity you’ve saved.
But if you feel you can’t be strong in all my times of need,
You’ve given me the strength, somehow I’ll take the lead.

Never understanding, accepting what time may give
We’ll learn and grow together,
Cherishing each moment that we live.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Google Images

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part VI

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

I

II

III

IV

V


11 January 2017

Dear Scarlett,

Punim hangs out with us! Hey di, we’re sort of a group now. Azure, Naveen, Punim, her friend Snehlata and myself. Since we all stay in hostel, it makes sense to hang out together. Punim is such a sweetheart! I find myself liking her more and more every day. She’s so slender yet so strong. She has a freaky black belt! Yesterday after dinner, she joined me on my night walk. We went to the cross section where the highways meet, and oh, I just couldn’t stop talking.

We’ve so much in common, too! Even her hometown is under the threat of war. The vintage Indo-Pak war for including Kashmir in their reign. *sighs* When will these high powers learn that war means destruction of both the sides participating in it? Or do they simply deny the truth? The working of the world is such complicated! I wish there was a cheat code to understand it. Now, I need to go. Our new semester is a little tough. I’ll write to you when I’ll be free. Good night. See ya soon.

26 May 2017

Dear Scarlett,

Oh my lovely lady I missed you a lot! Hey sister, it’s been so long since we talked. I missed you TONS! The exams are finally over. I’m feeling a sense of relief. It was such a crazy time. All the assignments and the projects. Uff. You’d be glad to know, Punim and I are now great friends. Remember how I said we’ve many things in common? Apparently it led us somewhere and now she’s like my kindred soul! I even told her how I felt about her initially, and the best thing that happened was that she confessed to me that even she had a crush on me!

When I’m with her, I’m completely a different person. I’m myself. It’s like she understands the way I function. She never judges me, that’s to top it all. And she’s wayyyyy too cool (I know I’m saying this a trillionth time) When we both are alone, we look out for cute girls and guys, too. But in the end we end up with each other, oh the irony. XD I’m glad to have a girl bestfriend. Oh, I forgot to tell you. It’s time to return home to our lovely parents! See ya soon.

24 December 2017

Dear Scarlett,

Hush, be quiet it’s about time!

Hey sisso, I just came back to our room, its 12:18 a.m. right now. I went to meet Punim, it’s her birthday today. When I started writing to you, I was taking you with me and that was 19 minutes earlier. So what happened in the meantime was: I took you with me, Punim and I had decided that we will share a secret to each other which we haven’t told anyone in the whole world. So, as expected I took you with me. I told her about you (she’s the first one to know about you) She is such an understanding human being. She didn’t even laugh at me, instead she found it cute.

I’m honored! And about her secret it was something so cute I want to keep it to myself. Sorry. I gifted her a brooch, she loved it! It was nothing compared to what she gifted me. She made a sketch of mine on my birthday and obviously I have it framed on my wall. I am going to sleep! This New Year’s Eve is going to be the first anniversary of our friendship so we’re planning to celebrate it in a grand way! Hope so it works out. See ya soon.
-Awan Alee


©The Honest Fabler
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