Jul 30, 2014 Original Short Stories
Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
Wing
©July 30th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
She was leaving home. All she had were some clothes, her sitar, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare and Charlotte Bronte. She grieved for her past which fell away, as she rose into the skies.
She didn’t know what she’d face when she arrived in the New World. All she knew was that he was there, back in his country, having arrived a day earlier from hers.
Adventures are easy when you’re twenty-four, and married to the man you love.
When the plane touched down, she felt newly minted. Baggage in hand, she stepped out into Arrivals.
He came forward. Joy took wing.
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Salutations and thanks to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for her lovely photo-prompt, and for hosting Friday Fictioneers tirelessly every week. 🙂
Tags: airplanes, flying, future, Leaving the past behind, new bride, New World, Newly Married, past
Apr 3, 2013 Original Poetry
Utopia Will Exist!
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 3, 2013
If I say so, it will be!
When society grows sick and pale
And wan with civilization,
I’ll quietly slip away, vanish
Through its revolving doors, elsewhere.
In this time and place, far away,
The deep forest grows wild outside
My door. And jasmines will bloom bright,
Moon-white, beside a silver stream.
This world will have strange and lovely
Fruit all sweet and rich and light-filled,
And swollen with the sun’s desire,
Pregnant with juice, bright, sinful, rich.
And the bees will buzz crazily,
Greedily around the flowers
Growing bright and sweet and golden
Glowing with nectar and promise.
And the heady scent of it all
Will waft dreamily through the still
Quiet air, slumbering in peace,
Languorous, sated with noon-sun.
And a dreaming child of five will
Lie on the grass beside the stream
And his hair will glow like water
While his dream-mother reads aloud.
And the world’s story will unfold
A new story never been told
And it will be gentle and good
— Wait! There’ll be a hint of chaos.
And I will step closer, impelled
By a strange force, but unwilling
To hear and listen. But they’re here
In my own world, and how dare they?
When story-chaos enters here,
The very air will shift and change,
And turn on its hinges, away
From my world and its lulling peace.
And I will flee far from that turn,
Chase after that revolving door,
And slip away again, this time
Into a world even farther.
And I will fill this new-found world
With just a few people, and they
Will resemble no one at all
Creatures of light, of air, of song.
And we will sing those songs. We shall
Dwell in silence, and our forests
Will be deep-rooted, strong, with us
In them, singing, winging skywards.
And the air will be strung with beads
Of light, and our songs suspended
Like drops of dew upon the leaves,
While we live in unchanging bliss.
It will not bore me, and slay me
It will not, I say. I like peace
And non-action. I like being.
And I like all that nothingness.
So, don’t entice me with chaos
Don’t bring storylines and shadows.
And say Utopia isn’t real.
It is, I say! It exists, here!
And if I say so, it will be!
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Tags: #Chaos, #NaPoWriMo, #Peace, Being, civilization, creatures of light and air, New World, Nothingness, revolving doors, storylines and shadows, Utopia, world's story