Send me a man.

send me a man

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
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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

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The Secret Sister of Awan Alee – Part V

The Secret Sister of Awan Alee

Previous parts:

Author’s Note (Password: sister)

I

II

III

IV


 

27 December 2016

Dear Scarlett,

Hey di! Exams are over. So trust me when I say, I rocked ’em. I’m pretty sure I’ll at least get a 7.9 or 8! Now let’s cut the crap and get to business. evil laugh the fresher’s party is happening and on the best day it could happen! It’s happening on the New Years’ Eve. Well to be honest it is the idea of the students living in hostel even during the holidays, and it’s limited to hostel students. But everyone is invited. evil laugh interrupted by coughing this is so confusing when I try to explain. Now, I’m gonna tell you a secret.

Today, in the office of our warden I saw the cutest girl in the whole world. If I’m right (by any miracle) then she’s joining our hostel. If I see her in our hostel again I’m going to die! I just stood  in the middle of the hallway staring at her, it was Naveen who realized that I’m not walking beside them after reaching a few steps ahead. I was so embarrassed! It was worth it, though. I guess Naveen and Azure are back. Bye, good night.

See ya soon.

1st January 2017

Dear Scarlett,

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?” No, I’m not much a fan of Shakespeare but that’s how I’m feeling right now! Azure is the one I’m referring to. What happened wa— I saw that sonsofbitch talking to the cutest girl(whose name is Punim) I’m not that childish to get mad at him only cause he talked to her, but he even hugged her -_- I gotta talk to him. I’ll be back soon. Bye. Its 2 a.m.

Wow-ow I’m so stupid! Punim is in Instrumentation department and she joined our hostel since her previous hosts of paying guest system had to move out of the city. Her room is right above ours. And oh, Punim is Azure’s family friend. (Now, how does a guy from Iraq have a family friend from Kashmir, I’ve no idea) He introduced us to her, and I discovered that she not only looks cute but has a cheerful personality, too. Btw she appreciated my English accent. Said she couldn’t even guess that I’m not a native English speaker. Right there I felt my cheeks turn red. I apologized Azure for misinterpreting the situation and judging him and now he knows that I’ve a crush on her. Fuck my life, right? Have a good day. It’s just 1 p.m. See ya soon.
-Awan Alee


Post Script:

As always, to make up for the delay, I’ll post the next 4 parts between today and tomorrow. Have a great day, everyone!

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A Labor of Love

A Labor of Love

Whether you’re a pretty little girl,
or a brave little boy,
Just knowing that you’re on your way
fills my heart with joy.

You’ll learn that you’re my miracle.
For you, I’ve waited long.
You’ll see it in my poetry,
maybe even in a song.

May you always know what love is,
from our whole family.
That, my little angel,
is a promise straight from me.

I hope you grow up strong and smart.
Because you stayed in school,
Intelligence will be your art
And wisdom will be your tool.

You can be whatever you want to be
as long as you put your mind to it.
Whenever you hit a rough spot, though,
I’ll be there to see you through it.

Whether it’s music, dance or even sports
I’ll let you try it all.
We’ll shop for tights and soccer shorts
Downtown at the local mall.

I’m not sure of what else to say right now
’cause I’ve really said a lot.
You’ll learn to understand me
’cause I’m the only Mom you’ve got!


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Waiting for life

Will wait till the sun sets in the day sky,
Will wait till it rises in the night sky,
Waiting for the moment when the stems flourish from the seeds.
Waiting for the moment when that little plant touches the cold water
droplets of the night sky, for the first time.
Waiting for the moment it feels the life inside when Morning
light touches its little body.
So many lives will crawl and fly.
So many will sit under and feel their life.
Sings their wordless tune and never stops singing it:
nothing can faze it.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Looking for humanity

“So students, this lesson has
taught us that a falling apple
made man discover Gravity.”
The teacher concluded, closing the textbook.

A student stood up and asked, “If a falling fruit can
make us discover gravity then why can’t the falling bombs
make us discover humanity?”


©Hrishikesh Thakurdesai – A great friend of mine who writes short tales on some of the deepest topics! Be sure to check out his Instagram and Blog!

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Runaway souls.

“I’m running away.” The troubled-teen held onto her best friend’s hand for the last time.

“Why?” He tilted his head.

“Why? Because I’ve to find myself. Whatever we are now, is what the world has made us. The things we know are what people have told us. We live in a world of influence, I feel dependent on these souls to decide things for me. I can’t bear it. I can’t not be me, anymore. I’m going to be me and I will be made by me. Please don’t stop me. I’ll miss you.” With that said, she was gone with the wind.


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I let them die.

I am bitter.

I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it.

They killed the poet

They killed the writer

They killed the playwright

and everything they could’ve written.

They killed the actor

They killed the model

They killed the muse
and everything they could’ve become.

They killed the firefighter

They killed the doctor

They killed the soldier
and everyone they could’ve saved.

They killed the child

They killed the romantic

They killed the dreamer
and everything they could’ve accomplished.

They killed everything I could’ve become and I’m bitter.

Because in the end, I let them die.


©Caffeinated Chi – An amazing blogger friend/guide of mine who’s been a great inspiration and motivation to me! If you love reading mysteries then you’d surely love to read his book:- Divulge 4

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What is Life?

Life is a flower that embellishes our bag of bones,

it is the water that lubricates our throats,

it is a fish– one that goes to the deepest seas but kissing the sky is its only wish,

moreover it is our mother earth,
the mother from whose womb we take birth.


A huge thanks to thegirlonthego8 for the amazing muse! If you guys have a thought about life and can express it in a sentence(unlike me, since I’ve passed the barrier of a sentence) then be sure to check out her BLOGOQUENT Competition and participate in it! Also, don’t forget to explore her diversity rich blogosphere 😉

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