Dusting gun powders,
digging buried bomb shrapnels,
dark road of hate clears.
we agreed to
dig and dig,
down under where
the worms and seeds
sleep and sleep.
for at the middle
of this continental-crossing
we promise to
let’s say pardon
to the roots our
let’s say bye
to the above earth
we’ll forget as we
for we will meet
of the map.
for we will live
away from hate,
yes, towards love.
How your eyebrows rise
when I start to speak.
How your mouth tries to swallow
your envy’s upcoming leak.
How I love to see your
How I admire how you
contain such hateful maze.
And in case you haven’t heard it yet,
you got to love before you can hate.
Take my hand and theirs
regardless of religion or race.
We are all earth’s only heirs
with limited time and space.
Let’s make a burning bridge
made of united hands and hearts
to cross and conquer the sea of hate
killing humanity and love.
Do you know that hate is a double-edged sword?
If not, let Nandita and I show you how and why.
Drink me like a toxic soup
taste my cold bitter curse,
as I slowly, surely swoop
in between your brain’s curls.
In and out, you are so bitter,
you are no sugar-coated pill,
I must help you feel better
let me drink you to the fill.
Brought by tainted past
you can never forget,
I will remain and will last,
your heart I will torment.
Your past must have been hard,
anger is just masked fear.
Don’t let the future be a shard
pricking everyone near.
Kill me, yes you can,
blow my dark flaming fire.
Forgiveness, no less than
is my only bane for hire.
Let kindness be your lance,
your bane will turn into boon.
Dear Hatred, give love a chance,
love, I know, will find you soon.
Thank you Nandita for another great duet! I am loving our pen-partnership more because your talent in stanzas is just contagious! ❤
Mom always says “don’t let the sun come down without patching things up and don’t forget to kiss or even say goodbye”.
But last night was the worst argument that we had.
For the first time in almost sixteen years of marriage, he slept on the sofa and went to his office without saying goodbye.
I am sipping my fourth cup of black coffee, still to pacify my rage, when the phone rings.
“Dead!? Are you kidding me!!!
This can’t be.
Time is fleeting, I should have said goodbye this morning.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: Sandra Crook
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 19 February 2016.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.
Start the week with some wise words worth pondering. – rosemawrites
Last week has been so fun as Writing 101 has been really an enjoyable class packed with awesome bloggers/classmates.
So here is my word-to-ponder for this week:
I am honestly not a forgiver. I keep records of wrongs. I may say I forgive you, but I will surely not forget.
But as I grow, as I experience rejections, as I experience life’s harsh realities, I have learned that everything really happens for a reason.
Someone may have wronged you, but that is the best way to make you stronger.
Someone left you, but after that you discover that you are more capable than you think you are.
I am not a ‘perfect forgiver’ yet. But I am working on it.
Because you forgive not because the person deserves forgiveness. You forgive because you deserve to be free.
Is there a person that have wronged you that you still haven’t forgiven?
Is there a way to forgive easily?
I would love to hear it from you.
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