Winking Cupcake

I sink my shiny white teeth into
The rich creamy delicious chocolate cake .
I lick my lips,I think I am addicted.
My mind sighs blackberries
and a moonstruck melody
plays along my spine
as I soak up the fruited juice
of I love you coloring your lips
The cherry blush of breathless,
And a smile amid the wash
Of blueberry eyes, should indicate
My intended reply.

I am looking blindly into the fridge.
You are the keeper of my heart.
Its natural form bleeds away in a sticky juice.
She laughed as softly as if she sighed,
I wondered though would she ever love me,
Her smile revealed things only I could see,
Now would I tell her of the things I thought
I wondered though would she ever love me.
What is this feeling that has made me taut?

Now would I tell her of the things I thought
All other food but love I’d surely spare
What is this feeling that has made me taut
My life I’d gently give to her with care
All other food but love I’d surely spare,
Then I would be hers and she would be mine,
A life together we would have to build,
My love and joy swelled up until I cried,
I’d be her love,companion and her shield,
She laughed as softly as if she sighed.


© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source- Myself

The Bench

bench

The Bench

It was always white.
No matter the weather, it’s wood never turned dull.
The rain drops slid away like water over oil.
The hot sun could only add to it’s brightness.
The snow? It converted the bench into Snow White’s favorite seat.

The resistant mighty white wasn’t the reason why she loved it, I reckon.
It must’ve been it’s perfect location in the garden which made every bird on Earth make it’s way around the bench.
There, she sat with a hand in the food bag and other holding whatever book I recently gave her to read.

Maybe, I’m still getting it wrong.
Because another part of my mind says it was the view.
The colorful flowers and their sweet fragrance made it’s way to my bed, every morning when she opened our window.

I may have guessed it right by now or it could be something I can’t even guess, but she loved this place. I’m sure.
I’m sure because the bench has lost it’s glow, the flowers have turned to kiss the ground and the birds refuse to eat from the plastic dishes she would sometimes feed them from.
Even I, don’t have the smile which stuck to my face all day.
Even I miss her. But I know she’s gone to a place happier!
A place where everyone and everything would love my mother as much as we did.


©The Honest Fabler – Ashutosh Gursale

Library Romance.

library

Library Romance – Every New Time.

The first time I saw her smile,
it was through the gaps of the library shelves that she stood beyond.

The first time we exchanged a glance,
she laughed too hard while reading a comic under the “Keep Silence” board.

The first time I talked to her,
she dropped her favorite bookmark in the crack between two tables which I helped to lift.


The second time I didn’t only see her smile,
I smiled with her.

The second time we didn’t only exchange a glance,
we stared directly in our eyes looking for solace.

The second time I didn’t only talk to her,
I confessed to her about how I felt that she had the brightest smile I’d ever seen
and the sweetest voice I’d ever heard.


The third time I definitely didn’t see her smile,
she cried her eyes out in her father’s arms.

The third time we definitely couldn’t exchange a glance,
since her eyes were drenched with tears and her mascara all over.

The third time I definitely didn’t talk to her,
because it was her turn to repeat the vows and say “I do”


©The Honest Fabler ~Ashutosh Gursale
©Image Source- @theartisticmess

My Best Half

Time’s due / My best half.

First time we met.
We smiled, laughed and played
by the big Oak Tree in the back.
A kindergarten friendship we made.

It lasted for years,
Through all of the school life.
Laughs and smiles,
Fights and tears.

And now we know,
We are never apart.
If I did anything right,
In life…

It was giving you my heart.
Time, if I had all the time in the world
I would want absolutely nothing.
It is not time itself that makes your life worth something.

In the time that I have,
I will be kind, gentle
and more giving.
I will take advantage of all the time I have to show more joy;
I’ll be living.

I will take the time that I have
to listen more intently.
I will respond and speak more
wisely and more softly.

In the time that I have
I will share it with those whom I love,
Because I have no idea how much time I have;
that is up to God above.

In the time that I have
I will devote myself to God through you.
Let the word of God enlighten me
because without her I have no life.

In the time that I have
I will love and honor my wife in all that I do.
I do this out of love, a devoted and
never ending love for you.

In the time that I have I will share a passion
for a blessed and positive life.
I will make the time to share my love with
my one greatest blessing, my beautiful wife.

In the time that we have together I will lift you up
in spirit and to God I will pray.
That you have health, kindness, and love as part of your blessing each and every day.
Time is no longer my friend, and I know that is true.

My wife, that is why I want to devote all my time in loving you.


© The Honest Fabler– Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source- Wides Wallpapers

In the End, he’s One Step Closer.

chester

You want to talk about fair?
If you are, then stop right here,
Because this write-up isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair because life isn’t.

And you wouldn’t ever, ever get back what you give.
Life would throw huge freaking lemons on your pretty face, without caring if it hurt your nose.
You can’t reason with lemons, of course.
You can’t make their lemonade either, these lemons are only metaphorical.

To translate in simple tongue, they’ve no use.
But I’ll be wrong to say that, since these lemons are necessary.

Personally, I feel bananas are an apt term for them.
Why? So one could say that “I slipped over a banana” and not “Life threw lemons at me.”

These lemons are necessary because they break you so that you can make yourself better.
I could rant out to you the life’s cruel ways to treat you but you won’t know until you, yourself, try so hard and it still wouldn’t even matter.

To take one’s own life, there needs to be courage. And a person can never gain this courage in one tragic event. It’s always a collection of events. I don’t know what made a generation’s role model feel so helpless that he thought suicide is the only escape, but I know he had the courage.
Depression, is the ultimate fuel to this. You’re not only a survivor, if you’ve seen depression, you’re a hero the world needs to know about. A ray of hope for others to learn from.

In a population of 7.5 billion people, if one still feels alone enough to stay depressed I don’t know why rest of us should ignore it. I don’t know why any of us should mourn when it’s out of our hands and not help them before it happens. 

Saying “You’re not alone” is pointless unless and until we don’t start being there for them. The saddest part about life is being bound to feel helpless when something like this happens. I so wish someone, if not me, had the power to stop every person from feeling the emotions Chester felt. What has happened, has happened. What’s lost, is lost. But what’s with you, is all that is real. Be kind to those in flesh and bones, if I’m asking too much then let’s not us insult someone or express hatred to what and how others are.

I apologize for this rant and the unprofessional way of writing, but I had to get this out.
Thank you for reading my thoughts, it really means a lot to me than you can ever imagine!

Have a great weekend.

Be happy and healthy.

Captioning Photographs – part 2

Good morning readers! I hope you’re all doing well and are happy in your lives. ^-^

Captioning Photographs has been the first post where I actually started with photography on the blog! Ever since I posted it, I’ve took up photography myself! Yes, you heard it right. xD

As a result I’ve had many captions and Photohraphs to flaunt! Check my gallery at @framesandfables, if you haven’t already.

Here, I’m showcasing a few of my favorite pictures and the captions along with them. The captions are generally a quote the frame liberated my mind with or a fictional story about me getting the snap.

So put on your judgemental glasses and tell me all about the faults in these. (If you find any thing good, I’ll be glad to know :P)

Model of phone | Moto G4+ | and edited on | Lightroom |

Tears of skies.

Location : Sitabani, Jim Corbett

Photohraphs
When the skies cry, the light that emanates from the droplets of lost pearls is something more of a secret game the nature plays to tell men about it’s beauty.

The Model Monk

Location: Sitabani, Jim Corbett

Photographs
My mom says, I’m as cute as him.

The worshippers of Sun.

Location: Rishikesh, Uttarakhand

“Good morning” The flower startled me. Excited, I pulled my phone and only for a second it turned to me. The moment when I clicked this. Instantly, it returned to it’s original position to worship the sun with it’s fellow companions.

Swings in High Gardens.

Location: Nainital

Twilight in the afternoon! Shot at 4.03 p.m. | 6350 feet above sea level |

Midnight bliss

Location: Nainital

Photographs
Nainital was indeed a gateway to heaven.

Laws of Life

Location: Kitchen, Home

Photographs
Our plate is served with what we deserve, to drink a soup with a fork or noodles with a spoon is our choice to make.

I’ll really love to know what you think about these photographs, along with my instagram feed. (@framesandfables) Have a great day, peeps!
©The Honest Fabler
©Image sources – Ashutosh Gursale

बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi

बारिश

बारिश के बूंदो ने जो हमे भिगो दिया,
ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर छू लिया।
सौंधी खुशबू आई इस धरती की,
पर ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर पा लिया।


Translation:

When the drops of rain drenched me,
It felt like the lost touch of your fingers.
The petrichor came from the earth,
But it felt like I found my lost treasure- that’s you.


It’s my first try at a language other than English. Hindi, here. I’d really appreciate your feedback and ways for me to improve! Thank you. ^-^

©The Honest Fabler

©Image source- Ashutosh Gursale

Moonshine Mystery

Moonshine

Brock and Ms. Moonshine

On the moonlit road, I held my umbrella trying to stay as dry as I could get. Ironically, the lady who bumped my shoulder didn’t seem to have the same intentions. The rain started to recede and I could feel the weightless droplets fall on her messy hair.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” She excused, pointing above towards darkness. It took me a while to realize it was a streetlight.  I couldn’t see her. Except for the smooth edges of her face that faintly reflected the moon’s light. But I swear she was pretty. Her voice vibrantly screamed her prettiness.
“It’s okay. Catch your breath, don’t rush so much.” I stumbled, strangers weren’t my favorite people to communicate with.

“Yes, thank you for caring about me so much. I wonder what a stupid job they’re doing at keeping up with the weather, I mean, how can they let a blackout stay for so long. Especially at this odd hour.” Somehow, she broke the ice.

Unlike everyone, I opened up to her my rants and complaints about the lack of attention our local authorities show towards such petty issues which rise up to create greater ones.

“Oh, I so hate our train systems!” I wanted to say “Me too.” but I just stood there. Her voice mesmerized me to an extent where I forgot about the merciless day I had at office and also how the ruthless rains helped to perfectly mess up my Monday.
“It’s getting late.” She was smiling, I could hear it in her words.
“Wait, tell me your name, at least.” I shook my head and found my senses again.

“I like to be called Ms. Moonshine.”

“That’s a nice— Oh, look power’s back!” I cheered as the street lamp illuminated the street but there was no one around.


©The Honest Fabler
©Image Source – Google Images

Invigorate thy soul

soul

From one soul to another.

Every person fights a battle.

A battle fought for a reason you’ll never know.
A battle whose victor you’ll never predict.
But one thing I tell you:
This battle is the sole reason that makes a person the way they are.

You remember that happy guy you always see across the hallway? Maybe he’s still fighting his war and losing. Yet the reason he’s happy could be his will to be strong, the only thing that keeps him going.
Or maybe he has finished his wars and came out victorious.
But how ironic that you’ll never know since you couldn’t go up to him and ask, “How are you?” Rather than staring at him from a distance.

For another instance, have a look at that other girl who goes unnoticed. You wonder why she’s quiet? Because her friends are more popular than she is. Because you didn’t care enough to look past her friends and ask her how her day was or even, where she came from. But that doesn’t bother her. Yes, I repeat, it doesn’t bother her.
The only reason it happens is because her war is much intense. There are victories she wants to celebrate, defeats she want to feel sympathy for but there’s no time. The wars in her head never stop.
Or maybe that’s since she needs you to just ask her “How are you?” Rather than where her friends are.

It could all be this simple, just ask. Because in the end even you have a war to fight and alone, the nights are darker and days longer.
Stay strong, my friend. You’ll get through this.


©The Honest Fabler

©Image Source – Google Images

The Blank String

Family along the streets.

Just a few bodies live together in a hole,a burrow in a space of cement concrete.
Pigeons that return on beaks of worms,gophers in their holes of common space.
Exploring life,sharing its outer darkness,as the sky hangs in balance,tautly held.

Our children eat porridge off our hands, we are their white walls,with nail-holes.
Their clothes are hung in our blankness.

Old man stare at ceilings,under the stairs,sagging cots bring them closer to the earth.
Away from the overhanging sky of the roof.
Just a few bodies that return to the earth,one by one noting each other’s presence.

Salvaged pastels,
Make up a chalky wraith,swaying and sighing,from day to day and night to night.

Dust filled drops
Frozen on the cheeks,lacklustre and void of roses,petals fallen like crumbled ash.

Pools of Black Death
Afraid and burned by light,no longer dilating or rippling,standing still in time .

No more visitors of Life Only sights of a ghost prison,gray buildings,and empty avenues.

The broken,the lifeless,the angry,the wraith that walk along the streets.

Along the streets.
Along the streets.


© The Honest Fabler– Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source-Www.wideswallpapers.com