Be my Springboard

The way he wipes off my tears is very coarse. He spreads out his palm. While there is no cupping of his palm and the fingers, the whole of his palm seems to be wiping my eye. But he ensures that his palm extinguishes the pain of the eye it motions over. This action is almost always followed by a wholesome tightening of his hands around my face and into his chest. He has tried to smother me at times as well. I unequivocally prefer it over losing a second of that one embrace.

"Use me as your springboard. You have your base. Jump off in the air. Fly. Float. Glide. You will not fall prey to gravity. Be the bird.", he says with conviction. I stare at his face blankly, knowing not what to say. I feel astounded by the idea of freedom just afforded to me. "Go off, but you are not allowed to leave!", I bite my lips at the ring of the irony of his words yet again while my head hangs and tears walk from my eyes.

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My SUPER-Man !

~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~ This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend prompt: This weekend we’re having some fun with the prompt, some super-powered fun, that is. We’re asking you to write the origin story to the superhero of your choice in exactly 33 words. I was so confused who to write about. I had so many of those qualities in mind. But, I mentioned only the best I had liked. May look out of place, but 33 words were too cruel this time. This is my SUPER-Man! ~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~-~~~ Tormented past, never complained. Didn’t know he could save then. Thus the Growl. Sketched the tormentor Like a Marionette. Which he then hung upside-down. Never uttered anything ill, So words had Midas touch.

My life in the box

I live in a box. My world may seem strange to you. But, it’s not as bad as you think. It does have holes in it which lends me some fresh air from time-to-time. You may think I must be scared of the big-burly cat living on the outside but I am not. We are kind of best friends. I can listen to all the chatter from outside. But now I can close my ears whenever I want to without anyone seeing. The holes, I must reveal now, ain’t my best friends either. They complicate things for me because I can’t feel the total darkness here because of them. Just when I am about to, rays of sun from these holes try to illuminate it down here for me as if I am some impotent chap, not capable of doing that on my own. They just don’t get it! So if they are not going to stop playing this naïve game, they are going to get a worthy opponent in me. And so in retrospect, I plastered few of them with black paper. But now, right this moment, I want to live out in the open again, enjoy the warmth...

Trifecta: Dream Dream, come again !

He had dreams. Many of them! Everytime he’d fail he’d spawn few more. But he had jotted them all down so when he achieves his first he could say, “Life was worth it!” ________________________________________________________________________ Link to Trifecta Homepage: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ This is my submission for this weekend’s Trifextra challenge . We had to write exactly 33 of our own words inspired by the following quote from the book we could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck! “It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho , Alchemist

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