5MinutesBreak, BlogARhythm, Non-fiction

The Call of the Wind – #BarAThon

When we are young, we experience and attend to the call of the wind easily. It’s almost like breathing. I don’t know any child who has not experienced it. That wild thrill of that faint call growing stronger and louder every second, and before you know it, it sweeps you off your feet, accompanying you in vivid experiences.

When I was younger, I spent half my time in the raptures of the call of the wind. It was my sanctuary, a place of freedom. I could be who I wanted to be, do what I wanted, and experience things that were not possible in my daily life.

The wind never disappointed me. She was my best friend. She kept safe all my secrets, my innermost desires, and thoughts. Never once did she betray me. We loved playing together. Our plans and visions getting wilder and crazier every next time.

But I don’t know when I stopped listening to her call. Maybe when I was deluged with college assignments, or stressing over my workload, or pulling my hair out over bills. Somewhere along the way, we drifted apart. No, scratch that, I drifted away from her.

I think she is still around somewhere, tapping at my door, calling out to me. There are moments when I feel her trying to sneak up on me through some long forgotten memory, a tempting opportunity, or by drawing my focus on others doing better than me.

None of them worked on me and she’s been giving up on me lately. I rarely see her these days. At times, I miss her sorely. She was my refuge during brain-numbing, heart-breaking, soul-wrenching days. And I had ignorantly tossed her aside.

I yearn now to hear the Call of the Wind in her full energetic element. I long for my dearest childhood friend, my partner-in-crime to surprise, hound, and entertain me like before. I truly lived when she was by my side. Without her, I am only existing.

I hope to once more hear the Call of the Wind. I hope once more to let myself free in the company of my loyal friend – Imagination.


This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Venice 🙂

5MinutesBreak, BlogARhythm, Poem

Suns and Lovers – #BarAThon

The golden sparkles
Simmered down on
The quiet green landscape.

A little bird cheeped
It’s goodmorning
As a leaf twirled about
In the gentle wind of dawn.

The land sleepily awoke
From its cozy slumber
A Holy radiance, and beauty
It witnessed in wonder.

Thousand of miles away
Night’s canopy spread
It’s signature fragrance
Seducing all to bed.

The silver orb hung in
Dainty elegance overhead
Soothing troubled hearts
With it’s enchanting spell.

Several precious diamonds
Teased the night with their twinkles
Each of them naughty
But extremely loved to death.

Many were the times
When one couldn’t see the other
Except those rare moments when
They spoke and smiled, as
She said goodnight when he said goodmorning.

What love!
Love that lives on
inspite of being apart
Threading its way
Through light and dark.

The thought that one day
Your other half you will meet
But till then in each other’s hearts
Always hear love’s beat.

Oh yes, it is the love of Suns and Lovers!

This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Note: I’ve never been someone who could follow poetry rules and formats. I just write stanzas that sound good in my head. So please don’t mind the lack of rhyme scheme and format. Thanks!


Venice 🙂

5MinutesBreak, BlogARhythm

Lord of the Files – #BarAThon


The day had arrived when an event of celebration was rife with nervousness. A constant hum buzzed through the grand hall and large grounds where the event was planned.

The blast of trumpets put a stop to the murmurings. The royal fleet marched down the aisle. They cheered as their King passed them, waving at them, his warm smile a wee bit smaller than usual. It set the off the nervous rambling again which clashed with the simultaneous cheering.

All was silence when the King came to the pulpit.

“Today is a day that will mark a new beginning.” he started amid roaring cheers.

He raised his hand and silence descended once more.

“We have prided ourselves in maintaining discipline, decorum, and immense value among ourselves and in our duties. We have ensured that we be of complete service and humble dedication to provide ease and comfort to our masters.”

He paused, and the crowd caught their breaths as one.

“This is why today we select a new member to rule one of the most challenging duties of our kingdom. We have here, in this box, the names of all our loyal, skillful, and brave young men of our nation!”

A thunder of cheers boomed through the air.

“I will draw a piece, and the name on the piece will determine who attains this legendary post.”

A hush smothered the air as the King took his time in tossing and turning the pieces over in the box.

Who would it be? Who would be the lucky one?

At long last the King pulled out a piece. He held it at an arms length, lengthening the suspense, a sly smile on his face as he watched the tension rising. He opened it, smiling all the while and then… stood dumbstruck.

The crowd waited with bated breath. What was taking the King so long? Whose name was on that piece.

“No, it can’t be” said the King falteringly.

“Dammit” the King whispered.

Dammit? Dammit? The crowd echoed the King. Confusion reigned.

“Dammit?” called out the King.

Dammit, the local prankster, suspected by many to be mentally unhinged, hid behind the hulking crowd before him but someone had spotted him and clouted his back, pushing him forward.

“He’s here!” they shouted.

The crowd pushed him along and up the dais.

“How did your name come to be here?” enquired the King.

Dammit who was quaking all this while, suddenly stood tall and straight, looked the King right in the eye and said simply, “Put it as a joke, of course.”

The King angered by his impetuosity proclaimed, “So be it Dammit, you will be a joke and your name will be a curse. You shall live with it all your life.”

Turning to the crowd the King said, “I give you, Dammit, the Lord of the Files.”

Jeers speared around as boos resounded throughout.

Dammit stood untouched by the gibes, a smirk playing on his lips.

“What happened next grandma?” Eve asked.

“Well my dear, to this day, files are mysteriously misplaced, papers from files go missing, they are never in the order that they were previously kept it, and you can never find one when you really need it. Which is when we mostly exclaim the Lord’s name ‘Dammit’” said grandma.

“The Lord of the Files defied every element that his kingdom stood for. The other Lords, Lord of Pens, Lord of Paper, Lord of Stapler tried in vain to knock some sense into him. He just did his own thing and so was alone and friendless forever.”

“Poor Lord of the Files, if only someone loved and understood him.” Eve said with a yawn, her eyes closing, dreaming about the Lord of the Files sitting atop all the files of the world and messing with them, a cheeky smile on his face.

“I’ll be your friend Lord of the Files” she said before finally drifting off to sleep.


This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Venice 🙂