Mag: To God

Dear God,

I have been meaning to write to you from the time I was little. But, I never got words or maybe my problems were not that big that I had to bring them to your notice. I understand that you are very busy, you have the whole universe to take care of, but please take some time out and read my letter and I hope to see a reply in actions preferably
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We have a very bad internet connectivity in our town, I assume up there in the heaven it must be worse. That's why I am going all traditional and sending you a post. I might look silly and insane to do this at this age, but I hope my letter does reach you. I need some answers from you alone.

Letter posted to
"To God,
 Heaven"

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 308

ABCW & Mag: Morning Frost

photo by Tess Kincaid

First rain, Early morning frost

Deep in thoughts I drew, girl on a lonely night
With the moon beside

I realize, that is who I am

A hollow girl in the dew

Come sunshine, I shall vanish

No one would ever know

That once a hollow girl stood there on a lonely night

With the half moon shining so bright

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 286
This post is written for ABCW - M

Mag: Your Dear Scarlet

I am young and fearless
I am a teen, a rebellious
I roll it up, and light my marijuana
Its gives me peace & nirvana

Sweets, I wont give you any weed
But, I shall feed you with alcohol
Do you want to know why at all?

I prefer your head down clutching the toilet
While I am up in peace, up in the space, I am your dear Scarlet


This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 282

Mag 280: Masked

Her eyes could speak a thousand words

Those eyes that could make any man fall in love

Her eyes now masks how the heart feels

Someday day someone would walk by

And mend her broken heart

Someday someone, would break that mask apart 

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 280

Mag 278: Walk Along

Everyone in life learns to not  count on others for your happiness.

Everyone learns it the hard way after being back stabbed by own people

Being good doesn't always mean, other will be good to you too

Look at yourself sometime, deep inside

You have been hurt, scarred, bruised, fallen, betrayed  but you still stand strong

You are here alive, for a purpose

A purpose, The Lord has set for you

You are the Lord's baby, You are his Princess with a shiny crown

If ever you fall again, just straighten your crown and walk strong

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 278

Mag 277: Water Girl

Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker

Those long legs

That smooth skin

My eyes follow her all along

In the waters, she leaps

The sun streaming on her golden skin

She comes out, with dripping water on her sculpted self

Oh this girl! she are like a loaded pistol, on my head

She are perfectly innocent, but I can't stop thinking about how she can blow my mind

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 277

Mag 276: That Lady

This was my sister's old house.

Every evening, after like 8pm, this cat used to come to my sister's house. That's why my sister started keeping cat food that remained untouched.

Her neighbor's dog Peanut, howled every time seeing this stray cat.

One evening, my 3 year old niece Mary was sitting on the stairs, facing this window and was making funny faces.

Me: "Mary, What are you doing baby"
Mary: "I am imitating that lady over the window who has her braid around her neck"
Me: "What lady?"
Mary: *pointing towards the window near that cat* that lady

I started walking up the stairs thinking that its just a child playing when, suddenly Mary started to make choking noises. I got petrified, "Baby, are you OK?"

Mary: "Aunt Lou, I am imitating her"

Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa

That's when I realized those "funny faces" Mary was making was actually a woman gasping for breath, hanging with her braid around her neck.

I almost fell off those stairs. That's the day I would never forget in my entire life.

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 276

Mag 271: Memories

What do I see in the picture above?
I see memories, I see an old man and an old woman holding hands, under one umbrella. Smiling at each other.
Old, frail, but still in love with each other.
That hat has seen many suns,many rains, it has seen the hardships that old man has gone through.
That bag might have been his gift, a bag that has extreme sentimental value
That umbrella has seen love, it has seen beautiful memories been made.

What I see? I see eternal love

This post is written for MagPie Tales: Mag 271