Autumn of one’s life

A gray old woman sits all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door.
Dreaming of days past long ago,
When children played about her knee,
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care.
Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here,
Silently wiping a tricking tear,
For striving for things in a life so brief,
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown
This poor old mother who sits alone.
I see the sadness in your eyes,
The times that you are knowing
What’s happening to your wondrous mind,
The symptoms you are showing.

It was so hard to recognize,
When they started coming through.
The little things that changed you
From the person that I knew.

The doctor’s confirmation
Was so hard to accept,
To know that little could be done,
That there’s no cure as of yet.

Forgive me, dear, if sometimes
I give in to my frustrations.
It’s just so overwhelming,
This change in our relations.

Now I’m the one to be on guard,
To keep you safe from harm,
Protecting you the best I can
And not showing my alarm.

I hope you still can understand
How much you mean to me.
Though you curse me, or forget me,
I’ll accept what has to be.

For I will still remember
The joys that we once shared.
You showed me in so many ways
How very much you cared.

I pray to God to give me strength
To do what must be done,
To trust that in the future
This battle will be won.

© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source-www.googleimages.com

Umbrella – An Impromptu Fable

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The Polka Dotted Umbrella

It wasn’t my choice to get polka dotted umbrella, but my mom insisted and I couldn’t reject.

I was 10, back then. Yet I understood enough and hated the girly color of it.
At times, when the rain came in after our school ended I avoided to take it out and would rather get wet. I was sure my school mates won’t let me just live with it. Especially, Ronit, my next door bully. When we were children, we were the best of friends but these days he didn’t even acknowledge me in school.

Obviously, my mom knew I did it on purpose and still tried to explain me how the judgement of others don’t matter. So, I did it. Three months after I got the umbrella, on an afternoon after school the rain pour started. I remembered her words and dared to open it. It took me a lot of courage to take the embarrassing shade out but I was close to my home & the road was almost deserted. I sighed with relief.

But oh, I wasn’t so lucky. I noticed Ronit waiting under a roof of a grocery store and my feet went cold.
I froze in my tracks and waited for him to go ahead. If he saw me now, my school life would be a mess.
I waited for a minute or two, but then the most unexpected thing happened. He checked left, then right.
‘All clear’ he must’ve said it and he took out the same umbrella I held in my hands.
“Another Polka Dots!” I laughed a little too loud but muffled my face.
He must’ve heard my laugh, for sure, because he stared right at me with his eyes open in terror.
His secret is in the open! He ran to me, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
“Look, Arush. I-”
“It’s okay, look.” I pointed towards my own display of embarrassment and he looked up.

He started laughing when he realized we are in this, together. “Our little secret?” He offered me his hand. “Our little secret!” I shook it & all those years of lost contact came back to me in that moment. Little did I know, an Umbrella would break our invisible barrier.


©The Honest Fabler
©Image credits – Ashutosh Gursale (@frames&fables)

Prismatic Life

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

There is a rainbow in my world today,
With every word you write my way.
Colors of emotions flow in harmony,
as they spread across the sky in unity.
Wrap me in your red, orange and blue,
fill me with the purple passion of you.
You make the sky shine after that rain,
softly your soul pushes away the pain.
In every luxurious line that you say,
you are the rainbow in my world today.

Colours of life

White, as far as the eye can see snow had finally arrived to every place but me..

Black, Shadows lurk the streets strikes fear into my heart and finds the soul he eats..

Green,eyes never ending in that one shade rare but findable frightening but lovely a creation in which evolution has made..

Blue,the ocean has a calm and safe feeling an Unstoppable full of emotion you look and see it will never stop seeking..

Red,Flames lightning up one by one heat fills the space as well as hate close your eyes and hope this will be undone..

Yellow, illumination covers my site the colour has blinded my view and I am the only one to witness this light..

Purple, my own realistic fantasy a dream where the world is different and I am forced to see..

Orange, and year of happiness is now here energy flows through me until the power is surrounding us everywhere.

Everywhere we see the passion in these colours of life we embrace.

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

Master of Death — Story behind something huge.

Master of Death

Becoming the Master of Death.

If you’re a Harry Potter fan, then brace yourself and skip the next few paragraphs.(You can still read the quoted story to get nostalgic.) But in case you’re a muggle, I’m sorry but you’ll have to read the next few paragraphs to really get the depth of what I’m about to reveal.

Have you seen the symbol before?

If your answer’s yes, then skip to the quoted story. If no:
Popularly known as “The Deathly Hallows”. Rooted from the Wizardry World presented to muggles(humans) by J.K Rowling. The symbol is a representation of the three gifts given by Death, itself, to three brothers.(Don’t worry you’ll understand everything in the story.) The triangle is the Invisibility Cloak. The in-circle is the Resurrection Stone. The median is the Elder Wand.

Do you know what they really mean?

If your answer’s yes, then why the heck are you wasting your time reading this? I told you to skip to the QUOTED STORY. You’re still reading this, aren’t you? Your waste anyway. So here’s the story, in the words of  Beedle the Bard.

The Tales of Beedle the Bard 

Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceed to cross.

The Peverell brothers receive the items, and then go their separate ways to meet their fates

Halfway though the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeds to award them with gifts of their own choosing.

 

The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river.

 

The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death, and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Invisibility Cloak.

 

The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.

 

The eldest brother traveled to a village where a wizard whom he had quarreled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter.

 

Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the duelling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust of the Elder Wand’s power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted by Death and his own invincibility.

 

That very night, Death transfigured to a murderous wizard. The unknown murderous wizard crept to the inn as the eldest brother slept, drunk from wine. The wizard slit the oldest brother’s throat for good measure and stole the wand. That was when Death took the first brother.

“Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals.”

 

The second brother returned to his home where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, committed suicide by hanging from his house’ balcony so as truly to join her. That was when Death took the second brother for his own.

 

Death searched for the youngest brother as years passed but never succeeded. It was only when the third brother reached a great age, he took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son.

 

“Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals.”

SO, now that you know what it means in the story here’s a little meaning of it from my side. The triangle resembles Success-and-Failure. The Circle represents Happiness-and-Sadness while the line is made of challenges, obstacles and difficulties we face and thus divides everything equally on both sides.

Still wondering what my point is? It is that, since I’ve been a deep admirer and a lover of wizardry world I carved it under my skin.

YES, I INKED THE DEATHLY HALLOWS ON ME. I am the FREAKING MASTER OF DEATH. :’)

There are a lot of things to be tattooed on me, but I wanted this to be my first in order to depict how much it really means to me. Here’s the video of it magically turning from a messy design to a satisfying symbol of deathly hallows.

Let me know what you feel about the tattoo! And if there’s any problem loading the video, check it out on Facebook: Here!

Love Harry Potter? Check this out! The Rants of a Lost Wizard (A Poem)

Dripsy Dropsy

Dripsy Dropsy

Monsoon’s Dripsy Dropsy Rhythm

Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.
What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.
The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.
The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.
Red, blue or cream.
They all shout in joy,
Rain you always come in my dream.
Whenever it rains, I feel so free
Free as a bird, rain is my life
Washing away my troubles
Quenching my sun-baked soul
While others rush for cover
I stroll among the empty streets
The rain dancing upon my lips.


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Google Images

A BLACK RAY

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Did you listen?

I have felt like this for a while,
but I have kept it all inside.
This time, though, its way too much,
I do not think that I can not cry.
This sense of loss and emptiness,
most people feel it too.
I hope if I don’t voice it,
it will pass on through.

This feeling has not passed,
I think it’s here to stay.
Yet, what is making me feel this,
I really cannot say or lest sense the hope’s ray.
It’s more like something is missing,
than something causing pain.
It’s messing with my mind,
it makes me feel insane.

I have realized something though,
it’s only for me to decide.
Do I want to live my life,
or always wonder why?

A life where no one even knows I exist,
where everything I have ever known was a lie.
A life where everyone avoids me,
where I become just an another forgotten memory.

A life where I question whether the world I am living in is real, or a figment of my imagination,
where nothing seems familiar,
and I forget where I am,
and I don’t know how to get back home.
Destined to walk this lonely world,
forever,
Lost…

I try to tell myself
but the cuts tell me different.
What am I to do with all these dreams of
death and tormenting?
Am I to lock it up and hide my feelings?
That seems the only way.
But why can’t I be saved again?
Am I so damaged that I can’t be saved ?
Broken with every care in my heart.
Do I even have a heart anymore ?
Can I show love anymore ?
Can I smile without hiding how I really feel?
It goes on and on and I have nothing.
No one,forever,
Lost…


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Google Images

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

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!

 

 

One down, Three to go.

Me after completing engineering finals

Pre-Script: I am feeling what every Lord of the Rings character felt at the end. ” IT’S FINALLY OVER!! “

Hello Lovely Readers! How have y’all been?
I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted or even interacted on your blogs— and I’m extremely sorry for that.— but that was all because of the month-long torture of my first year engineering finals!

It’s a relief to finally complete the first year of engineering and be back to posting regularly. Yes, regularly! Though I didn’t post anything, I didn’t stop writing so there’s a lot of stories held up! Also, the untimely delay of letters from Awan Alee’s diary will resume! If you haven’t read the previous entries, read them here: The Secret Sister of Awan Alee.

Maybe my absence didn’t affect much but I’ll make sure my presence is noted! So, you’ll surely find me reading your blogs soon, but if you don’t, please remind me to check ’em out.

Another news I’d like to announce is about the Instagram page that I recently started, so be sure to check it out if you haven’t already.
Ah, it’s such a bliss. Adios!

Yours,
Fabler.

Blanket of Dusk

As I lay on my back, the warm coarse sand touching my soft skin, making me feel as if I am laying on a warm bed of salt. Gently, I lift up my red tainted paint brush and mimic how I would paint clouds on the cloudless baby blue sky above me. As I lay under the warm sun, my brush in my heavy hand, something catches the corner of my eye. Something that I have not seen in a long time and it fills my heart with hope and love. Blanket of Dusk.

As I rub the warm salty sand off my tanned body, I start to slowly paint this beautiful image. My small paint brush touches the bare white canvas in front of me as if it is making love to it. The colors of red, burgundy, dark blue and grey fill the canvas. As I start to paint I know I am alive, my heart begins to fill with emotions. The vast clear sky starts to turn from a baby blue to an autumn red. The clouds changing from cotton white to a flaming orange-yellow. My hand takes life as if filled with its own emotions.
I stop as the tide starts to come in. I watch from a distance as the, now, blue sea touches the golden brown sand. The cold sea fills my footprints and wipes it away as if it were never there. It makes me think again and there’s a feeling of sudden loneliness. I try to calm my sad emotions down and continue to paint. I gaze upon the reflective water and the dusky autumn sky turning darker. The sun seems to be dancing as if with a twin on the red mirror-like sea water. My excited hand now painting with its own passion making me feel good and warm again.
 
As the sun begins to fade away, falling off the edge of the sea, I put my colorful paint brush down. I rest my exhausted hand it’s fingers throbbing. I sit on the cool sand and take in the epic event that is slowly unfolding in front of me. It makes me realize that life need not have a sad or an unhappy ending. My sad and lonely emotions begin to fade away as I feel alive, reborn and inspired.
 
I watch the warm red sun disappear behind the murky blue sea, I softly say to myself, What a glorious sunset.

©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
©Image Source – Widewallpaper