life

our life is such a joke,

yours and mine!

entwined with ironies

hopes, reality and despair,

past fail our conscious

destiny designs new trysts!

we try, we cry

we plead our greed

forfeit our future

our presence, our sense!

memoirs of pain

lingers through our day,

all for our dreams

for smiles we've weaved!

tears to bring a smile -

our life is such a joke!

This is my contribution to this week's 3WW (Three Word Wednesday). 

From Earth to Heaven

Leya woke up to the disturbing sound of the alarm clock. Sigh! "I couldn't utter those words even today" she thought. She glanced at her right leg. "The wound is healing".

Sister Silvia was a patron of the orphanage. Leya was seven when Silvia had found her in the dustbin near the orphanage - another victim of child abuse.

The sweet heart she was, Leya soon became the soul of the orphanage. This place inspired her to smile, taught her to dream and helped her heal her wounds! She was a happy soul though missed her mamma. She hadn't seen her mamma till date. Every night she dreamt of a mansion and she sleeping in her mamma's lap, blissfully secure. She wanted to tell something to her mamma, but every day she woke up before she could!

Sister Silvia walked into her room. "Baby, wake up, dress smart. Some one is coming to see you." She rolled her hands through Leya's hair and smiled at her wonder. "Your dream might just come true" she said. She hugged her. Her eyes were wet!

Leya opened her eyes when the car came to a stop. She looked out and saw a beautiful mansion. She pinched herself for reassurance. She held the hands which pampered her, looked into the eyes and spoke "Mamma, I missed you so much. Please hold me tight and be with me always". A tear rolled out, but the happiness in her eyes knew no bound!

This is a story I have written for the "Ascension" short fiction contest going on here. I would like to thank Jason Evans for organising such a beautiful contest thereby providing a platform for some quality reading. I also wish all the very best to all the contestants. If you haven't participated yet, then rush your entries. Contest closes on 14th of this month.

Loss

She opened her eyes to a new morning, a morning which could change her world. Her favorite pink teddy bear was missing.  She lived in a room stuffed with toys and every toy tried its best to see her smile. She was such a sweet heart! Of all the toys, she loved that pink teddy – let’s call him Keith. She held his hand all through the day and hugged him when ever she felt low. Keith had seen her in smiles and in tears. Keith knew, like other toys did, that she looked gorgeous with her smile on. Yet he decided to gift her tears!

She missed Keith. She missed herself. For a moment she forgot that there were other toys in her room. She was desperately searching for Keith. She was crying!

The doggie barked to get her attention. She chose to ignore. The monkey did tricks to see her smile. She threw him to a corner. The joker clapped till his hands were in pain. She unwounded him and threw him under her cot. The train whistled and moved around her. Her feet crushed the engine to death!

Some toys were scared by her act. Some were hurt and some cursed her change. They left the room leaving her behind, crying while she searched for Keith. Some chose to stay and bring her back, and she chose to shut herself inside the virtual walls around her! She was furious, screaming out the pain. She wished Keith was there to hold her hands. She believed him to be the only one who could feel her pain. The monkey wondered so did the others! “He gifted her tears and left her in pain. Yet she says only he would understand.” They felt dejected, yet they stayed.

They knew she would sleep again. They knew she would need them all when she wakes up - either to make her smile or to cry out her pain. And yes, she did. Days passed and she opened her eyes to another morning. She saw broken pieces of plastic shattered through out the room, fur flying high, her wounded friends in the darkness of the room. She ran to them and cried her heart out. If only those tears could heal them!

The doggie barked again, but his voice choked. The monkey tried tricks with his broken hands. The joker clapped but she saw him limping. The train whistled but failed to reach her. She had them all back – wounded and hurt. The only thought that remained was this: Were the losses worth it?