Mar 10, 2016 Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer
Photo prompt provided by Louise Bunting at The Storyteller’s Abode.
Word Count: 175 words of text, exactly (next time, I’ll go for 150 words!)
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Plummet
©March 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Rajashekhar had died six months ago. At least, they’d been childless. Both his and her parents were long-dead. She had no siblings. All very neat, she thought.
Nothing bound Lakshmi to the world.
Alone, she climbed the stairs of the ruined castle she was visiting. The wind howled through its stony crevices. The sky bled gold through the gray of grief.
She was tired of the earth. Too much gravity. She wanted to be air, wind, light. She wanted to be Soul without Body.
Humming abstractedly, she reached the top, and prepared herself, with the slightest plummeting of stomach, to do the deed. Somewhere within, she still wept, her grief an open wound.
Reaching the top, and taking a deep breath, she stepped to the edge, where a sign warned visitors to stay away.
“Um … could you help me?” said a polite English voice. She turned. It belonged to a man, with beautiful, gray eyes. “I’ve lost my glasses, and cannot read this brochure.”
She stepped back.
He smiled, and she found herself in free-fall.
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Thanks to Priceless Joy who hosts Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers!
Thanks to Louise Bunting for the evocative photo-prompt!
This is my first story here.
Tags: #Death, #FFfAW, #Life, #Love, #Original Flash Fiction, New Beginnings
Mar 19, 2013 Uncategorized
A Winged Race– A Poem
©By Vijaya Sundaram
March 19th, 2013
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And she will walk tall
An Athena, an Aphrodite,
An Artemis, a Hestia.
Above all, she will be Gaia.
And she will smile
In all her wisdom, for
She will be the bringer
The herald of the morrow
Sans sorrow, sans dread.
With compassion and passion,
She will unfold the mystery
The beauty, the burgeoning
Of life, tender and tragic,
Full of magic and love.
And he, in turn will arise
Reach for her, steady himself
And walk tall beside her.
And he will be an Unnamed One,
For that is what we need.
And he will be there
Alongside her, respect
In his eyes and heart,
And love will bear root there.
And what is love,
If there be not respect?
And what is respect,
If there be not passion?
And what is passion,
If there be not compassion?
And what is compassion,
If there be not acceptance?
And what are all these,
If there be not two beings
Building together, living
Learning, loving, glowing,
Growing together?
*And new women will arise
And walk, hand in love with women.
And new men will straighten
And walk hand in love with men.*
And they will all be as earth and water,
Tree and soil, air and vapor,
And they will rebuild upon the
Dead and desiccated lands.
And a new race of winged creatures
Will arise and take flight.
And life will rejoice, for it will
Not all have been in vain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
P.S. I realized that the poem sounded rather Christian (rather like an ode to Adam and Eve, which was totally NOT my intention), so I added that asterisked stanza. I am not Christian. I am a Hindu by upbringing, and a spiritual atheist. I believe in equality between women and men. I believe in gay marriage. I believe in the right of all people to emotionally and physically love whomever they choose, as long the expression of this love is between consenting adults.
I am against violence of any kind, be it directed at women or men.
Tags: #Original Poetry, Celebrating LGBT, Celebrating Women, Equality, New Beginnings, Woman Power