...from words

Since I have nothing better to post and I am having this huge reader’s block I decided that I’d update something I had written long back.

My friend and I were playing this game where she would send me a word and we were supposed to write something about that. A short story, a viewpoint, a poem, anything and everything was acceptable. So out of the many rounds that we played, here is the collection of words that I really like and so I’m updating there here and sharing it with you all.

Round Three: Silky

It ignited my bones;

It was like fire to ice.

Sparks erupted in my body and I had no means to extinguish myself.

I was burning but still not charred.
She sat there looking at them laugh, play or giggle.
She longed for that curve that could set everything straight.
It will slowly slither in your body as we speak, and make you just like him.

I was on fire and yet not scarred.

It took one caress of her silky hand to melt me.

Round Five: Alone

Sitting on the swing, she had no one to push her back and forth.

She sat there looking at them play, laugh and giggle.

She saw their lips curl up.
She longed for that curve that could set everything straight.
She looked around her, but she was enveloped by a blanket of air.

She was, Alone.

Round Six: Imagination

He inserted the key into the lock and set it free.

"I've been confined for too long but now it's my time to breathe", she said.

She walked and hopped and let herself go wild.

She came across several ideas but then out them aside.

All she wanted was to fly,

Because after ages

Imagination had been unconfined.

Round Eight: Sun

Her face was shining like glitter, twinkling like the stars.

No, she was not a vampire.

Her curly brown hair looking like a lighter shade than normal, cupped her face.

Her light brown orbs gazed into my eyes as though they know me inside out.

Her whole body was radiating under the light of the sun;

Her presence was basking me like the warmth from the sun.

For me, she was the Sun.

Round Ten: Nyctophilia

She loved the dark.

Loved to walk on paths where her shadow could not be seen.

Loved to walk on paths where her demons were invisible.

Loved to walk on paths where darkness was warmth and the moonlight her shade.

Loved to walk on paths where she could just walk away.

She loved the darkness and the darkness loved her.

She had a love for darkness -Nyctophilia.

Round Eleven: Friendship

"What is friendship?" he asked.

She said "Something that is most painful and magical thing;

Powerful than love.

It is your strength but weakness too.

It completes you but makes you feel lonely too.

It makes you smile, but cry too.

It questions you, but answers you at the same time.

It is the best thing in the world but the worst too.

It is love but hatred too."

"You forgot something," he said, "It is one day with you, the next day with someone else."

Round Thirteen: Dust

It is dust we inhale, dust we exhale;

Dust that we are made of and the dust we will bury into.

There is dust in our mind, dust in her hearts;

It is dust that we think and feel.

Then why do we fear dust?

Dust won't bite us.

Convert you, disintegrate you.

And soon, you'll be lying there;

Indistinguishable grainy gritty,heap of dust.

Round Fifteen: Blade

She missed the chilling warmth of the knife and

The shine that the sharp knife emitted.

She could not get out of her head that flirtatious wink

That sharp end gave her as it reflected the light.

The life pouring out of her with the warm blood

Flowing down her cool skin had become her drug.

People were addicted to the feeling of love, lips and kisses

But her preferences were sharp and painful.

People loved the warmth of the lips whereas

She preferred the cold tips of the knife.

People loved the swollen lips after they had been kissed

But she loved the faint lines on her wrist.

The kiss of the blade was her salvation.