Pieces

“PIECES”

Nothing was left other than the shattered pieces of self-respect he had grasped once ago.

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Last Breath

The air is thin, thinner than before

Making me choke, all that’s left

The air inside is never enough

To sustain my life a little longer

 

My life’s coming to a close

The end of my chapter is nearly here

I’m blessed to have lived this much

Happy for all that I have ever received

 

If this is my last breath

I just want God to take me

Above in heaven or down in hell

According to all my done deeds

 

Thank you for a beautiful family

I couldn’t have asked for more

Thank you for all that you gave

Making my life feel so mesmerized

 

If this is my last breath

I want to tell you I’m ready

To leave this world, all experienced

And start a fresh new journey

Short Tale Challenge #7

“Each Tuesday, I will be putting up a prompt and you can simply publish a post on your own blog responding to the prompt. The task is to write a short tale in no more than 100 words.”

Last Tuesday’s Prompt was “Cross

Short Tale Challenge #6 Roundup:

Here is the roundup to last Tuesday’s prompt. Be sure to visit their blogs.

  1. Short Tale Challenge #6 – Cross by Ramblings of a Writer

    We all have sinned and come short of the glory of God, we don’t keep a catalog of our sins, most people do not care what your sins are, they respect you for what you are.

    If you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, that he died on the cross, for your sins, thank him for it, rely on him for what he has done, in the name of God, all your sins are blotted out completely, as if you had never sinned in your life, and his righteousness is put on you and God sees you perfect in his Son.

Today’s prompt is “Museum”

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Believe in yourself

Believe in yourself and move forward. You may encounter many problems and obstacles. But it’s your life that you are living. Tear down the things that are trying to bring you down. Only when you break those obstacles and move forward, you’ll succeed in life.

Mad

People think that I’m mad

Just an abnormal crazy person

But believe me, I was not

Like this all eternity

 

I had a life more serene

Just like the life you all live

But something deep had wounded me

Making my head feel so blank

 

But I think living being mad is better

Than living a life full of hate

I was all alone when I was normal

So being mad, doesn’t make any change

 

The world may see me abnormal

But believe me, I’m perfectly alright

I’m crazy against human values

So nothing had ever made any sense

 

Now I’m alone, free minded

I can live as my mind decide

I have no responsibilities or care

So I’m better off being mad

Short Tale Challenge #6

“Each Tuesday, I will be putting up a prompt and you can simply publish a post on your own blog responding to the prompt. The task is to write a short tale in no more than 100 words.”

Last Tuesday’s Prompt was “Soaring through the Skies

Short Tale Challenge #5 Roundup:

Here is the roundup to last Tuesday’s prompt. Be sure to visit their blogs.

  1. Short Tale Challenge #5 – Soaring through the Skies by Ramblings of a Writer

    The desire to fly is always on my mind, just looking at birds soaring freely through space in my idea of a wonderful journey an interesting spin in the highway of the heavens with no hassles from the airports.

    I wouldn’t mind being a bird looking at the beauty of the world from the air during the day, but I think I wouldn’t enjoy the cold nights and stormy days, but after all, you don’t have a choice if you are a bird.

    So soaring through the Skies would just be a dream.

  2. Short Tale Challenge 5 by The Bag Lady

    Gray clouds do not deter me. In fact, not having the sun in my eyes is a bonus. I’m also not as visible to hunters–those men who would prefer me lying dead on the ground as a mini trophy instead of admiring my unique hunting prowess.

    I need no bullets or arrows, for I have been fitted with keen eyes and sharp talons. Soaring over my target, I can dive in milliseconds to capture my prey. Whether on ground or in water, they are impervious to my skill. Generations of my kind lead the avian cast in hunting skills.

Today’s prompt is “Cross”

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Love of the Nation’s Father

People have a cruel state of mind

Love for being, engulfed by hate

Truth bestowed, but everyone turned blind

To the factual truth, a human’s fate

 

Slaughter the people, cause slaves they are

Living a life, damned down to hell

They’re mere people to be killed in war

Burned in houses, thrown down in well

 

Indians they are, the weakest of the weak

They’re not a threat, but mere play toys

They will listen to whatever we speak

Even to get rid of their girls and boys

 

But Indians came forward, darkness turned to light

To fight for what’s theirs, the soul of the land

Arms at hand, between people in khaki and white

But led to bloodshed, a savouring taste so bland

 

But one person came forward, Gandhi is his name

Rebellious from violence, Peace was his path

He never wanted money, nor power nor fame

But to save his motherland, from clutches of bloodbath

 

He knew peace was the option, not violence, nor arm

Cause fights can be won, by the peacefulness of the heart

At last, the war ended, mind and soul so warm

Because love unites the nation, hate tears them apart

Footsteps in Sand

Today, I was walking through

The sands of the beach

Seeing the sea so much blue

The people with hands to each

 

I see the laughter and all the joy

Of both the young, the old, as I go

Everyone there has a mind to employ

That is more childish than you know

 

As I walked along, without an aim

I saw so many footsteps in reach

Of all those people who came

Before me, who came to the beach

 

There were so many paces

That lay in front of me

As a mark of the people at places

Who came to enjoy the sea

 

But all those steps that I saw

Was washed away by the sea, despair

Like the world don’t want to awe

For us to be around here or there

 

I looked back to see my steps clatter

But found that, mine too was bare

Washed away by the sea water

Like I had never come anywhere there

 

It makes me realize and believe

Whatever we are or do

We’ll all are meant to leave

This world to the next too

 

We only have one life to go by

So live as you can and forgive

Live, love, have fun and fly

Cause your life is yours to live

 

Live your life so that and make your stand

Everyone will remember your love

Rather than be a footstep in the sand

And vanish as the waters flow above

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