Stolen Dreams

Stolen Dreams

The worst part about today's situation, is not that we don't dream. On the contrary, we have a million dreams! Dreams, so intense that on turning true they would shake the society's foundation. The rainbow of love would shine high, Unfazed by the people's judgement no soul would cry. The unicorns would be our daily ride. A ride that we would stride with our chest swollen with pride. Ink would flow all over our skin, We would flaunt them openly with our raised chin. 9-5 would no more be a standard life, Freedom would be our very first wife. But, oh, still they say we don't dream. Little do they know, it's them who have chosen our life's every stream. Little do they know, they've stolen our favorite cake's best cream. ©The Honest Fabler ©Image Source- Google Image...
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Eternal Yearning

Eternal Yearning

Facing the stars I could see the moonlight illuminate Adara's face. Her deep blue eyes reflected the light just as bright. As moments passed, I failed to stop admiring her perfectly carved vessel for the beautiful soul within it. What did Adara do all that time? She was unaware of my presence; of me admiring her; of me falling for her more and more everyday. She was lost, her mind wandering with the stars beyond the milky way. The unfazed expression on her face seeded in me a majestic tree of curiosity. "A penny for your thoughts?" I shrugged, hoping she doesn't mind me breaking her train of thoughts. As my words registered in her mind she stared at me with bewilderment. "Olivia, sorry I slipped out of the surroundings." "It's okay, you can carry on." I gave a light pat on her thigh and looked away to avoid an awkward situation. She shifted to the edge of her chair and partially leaned on me. "I...
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Nexa’s Sleep

Nexa’s Sleep

The air directly hit his face, dragging with it the untrimmed strands of hair and his bushy beard. His lips were dry, a few fresh cuts let out sour blood on the tip of his tongue. 'What a day.' He let out a deep sigh, his words lost in the nothingness of the night. Taking a look inside the train's car, he noticed he was alone except for a homeless man and a child sleeping on the floor. 'At least he has someone to care for.' He pitied himself, looking at the two men with eyes full of grief. His mind travelled back to the night when the earthquake annihilated his home, along with his entire family. How he survived in the mess, is still a miracle. That was 3 years ago, he has reached far from that now. Or so he likes to think so. His family didn't haunt him anymore, they're nothing more than a bad dream. A bad dream that he's...
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Random Shower thoughts

Random Shower thoughts

'What took you so long in the shower, Flynn?' Sydney asked her newlywed husband before their first night together. 'Because I'm lucky.' Flynn said jumping on the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist, wet strands of hair dripping on his forehead. 'Have you decided to turn weird the very first night after our marriage?' Sydney tilted her head, concerned about Flynn's well being. 'Don't you get it, Sydney? I'm so lucky to be alive. Alive, in the same timeline that you exist. Our souls have been sleeping for all eternity and they probably would sleep again after our deaths. Comparing the time of our lives with this eternity is pointless, but this little time that we get to be awake, to breathe, to love, it's-- it's all so aesthetic to imagine. I know we're just starting our marriage but I want it to be the best time of our lives. And by best I don't mean that everything would be...
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My first steps.

My first steps.

Hola amazing readers and fellow bloggers! This is to tell you all something I've been planning to do since the time I got my very first 30 followers. I remember Deepika has been there since Honest Fabler had only 2 followers. Kudos to the humble soul and every person who has considered Honest Fabler good enough to be followed. Now, back to the topic. Back then it was something I only dreamt of and said to myself "Bleh." Well, turns out I was wrong. And thus Today, it gives me immense pleasure and butterflies loaded with excitement to announce that- thehonestfabler.wordpress.com will never be the same from this Saturday i.e. 15 April, 2017. WordPress has been the sweetest and the best community I've ever been a part of. Every single person here has the heart of gold & I consider myself lucky to meet such people as my peers. It's all because of you guys that this is even happening. If it weren't for your criticism and...
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Take Flight

Take Flight

©Written by the multi-talented artist & a writer of pure emotions - Aishwarya Kondvilkar (An Unprofessional Trendsetter.) Her sketches go hand in hand with her words that weigh full of raw emotion. Make sure you check out her blog and her Instagram for marvellous sketches. Take flight This is for all the artists out there..the ones who had so many things in their head to recreate on a paper with something as simple as a pencil and colours of any kind..who were waiting to get better and better so that they could show the world exactly what they wanted. The waiting is over. Pick up that medium and just start creating without holding back. You were born to do this. The art is not just in your skills it's in YOU. No one can compare to that. Let the lines be wobbly and let those colours out of those crooked borders. Just keep creating no matter what. No block or nothing can...
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The Verbal Sketch

The Verbal Sketch

Let's sketch perfection, Mrs. Artist. It's been years that we've been together. I've seen you work day & night to get every stroke of the pencil perfectly rub against the canvas. All the frames in our room are filled with exuberant portraits and the liveliest landscapes. I love each of them, I do, but one thing I always wonder— Why isn't your face on any of them? The question's easy to ask, than solve by myself, because I know your skills are a mixture of practice and talent. Yet, I would love to begin with the gift. I'll stare down the blank canvas, picturing which expression of yours shall I portray? I hope you don't run into the room and ask me about it. It'll be my surprise. I'll sketch you from the perspective of my very own eyes. I'll start with your doll face, shouldn't I? Then stretch your flicks down to your waist and leave just a strand falling on your face, the way...
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Morning Motivation.

Morning Motivation.

The sun is one of the best teachers one can have in their lives. The sunrays maybe obstructed by the clouds, but that doesn't affect the brightness of the sun. It still remains the major source of life for the plants to grow, for humans to see in daylight, for the planets to be in a steady momentum. One realizes the importance of sunlight in the rainy season when the dark clouds surround us or in the winter season when the cold is unbearable. Similarly, the value of a person isn't lowered by the hard times they face. Instead, when they successfully get through the phase, their value increases. And, my friend, time changes. The good times go, but so do the bad times. Have faith in yourself. :) ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Ashutosh Gursale...
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