New Beginnings

New Beginnings

You see the moon

Sinking into the deep black sea

A mourning look upon your face

As you reflect on your life.

Life goes on,

Chances go by,

You never raise your head

For some time.

But then as you look up once again,

Looking at the sun on the horizon,

As it rises,

Your eyes become stony hard,

And your mind becomes diamond clear.

You raise your head to its tallest point,

And puff out your chest,

And a smile lingers on your face,

As a new beginning starts,

Its ultimate point.

Flash Fiction Story: Least Expected

Least Expected

He read from the chair.

A world will drown in war between two,
Fear, anger, love, and dreams,
Will collide with bravery, tranquility, hatred, and delusions.

Then, Vespa was there. “Use Excalibur again. Our dreams,” she reminded him, “are riding on this.” 

Two things will cease the inevitable:
Execute the boy who executed millions,
The boy who once destroyed the world.

Then his mother appeared. A casualty in the destruction uttered one word. “Return.”

Indecisiveness froze him. His rival’s blade wrapped around his neck. Time halted. And the next few words he uttered shocked the world.

Or his return.

Breeze

Breeze

Emerges a breeze, azure,

A scythe slicing through,

The warmth entrapped in the flesh.

 

Goosebumps appear,

An electric shock tremors,

I shiver.

Crimson Pearls

Crimson Pearls

Cool, silky water threads around bare legs,
The turbulent, salty sting hits my nose.

I tread deep into the steepening surface,
Carefree, flowing freely.

I lie down, a back crawl,
And then I close my eyes; peace envelopes.

Next thing I conceive,
Are droplets in front of me,
A tender hand, a fin,
Pushing me back,
Into the abyss; depths,
Of the water.

I float back,
Foams of water spreading around,
Then…
I fell under.

I swirled around,
My breath at its last.

My mind grappled the situation,
And common sense told me I was a goner.

But, then, time stopped.
I stopped breathing.
My eyes adjusted.
And then I saw the world.
The world under the sea.

Azure waves rippled,
White pebbles shone,
The sandy floor stretched for miles,
The light shone through,
And created a painting etched into the eyes.

Then something grasped me at my neck,
And I recognized by the sense of touch,
That tender hand again,
That fin again
Pulling me up.

I thrashed my arms around,
Taking hold of something warm,
Grasping onto it, I resurfaced.

Then, time resumed.
Breathing started,
Heart beat once again,

Then, as the sun shone through,
Providing light for me to see,
I opened my palm,
Waiting to see what I had grasped.

And when I opened it,
I held a crimson pearl.

Waiting

Waiting

Yearning for peace alone,

Tumultuous sea; trembling

Wait I do, patiently,

As an alyssum waits for the sakura,

Ah! if it only were as easy as that.

Horizon’s Light

Horizon’s Light

The horizon’s light.

A flame on one end.

The horizon’s light.

A falcon with wings of flame.

The horizon’s light.

A star with rays of flame.

The horizon’s light.

A jet soaring; flames as its boosters.

A matchstick,

Fueling it all.

Haiku: Moon’s Haze

Moon’s Haze

A gleam piercing,

Cloudless sky; moon’s haze shone,

The flowers embraced.

 

Underground

Underground

Ebony light.

Ephemeral diamonds.

 

Enigmatic emeralds.

Enlightening sapphires.

 

Energizing Ruby.

Emergent pearls.

 

And believe it or not,

All of them,

Stem from the underground.