100 Words for a week. Day 5.

  The Ballerina

Her body resonates an electric charm.
She joins her wrists
and twirls.
Her footsteps tread
like dew on flower,
Her hair is dotted with pearls.

Each curve contoured,
 the mirror reflects
her lithe limbs stretched
out-
Prettily poised, a Degas masterpiece-
waiting to be sketched.

Her silver skirt flares around
as she turns on her toes,
About and about.
And the world is a swirl of colour and light.

and it would have continued if it wasn't for that one night...

Her weary wheelchair passes her old studio -
Her balance and grace never faded-
Though she stopped dancing years ago.

100 Words for a week. Day 4.

                     

 Unveiling Love

Seema felt a twang of doom in her rib-cage as she heard the once familiar, now forgotten name echoed across her office-floor.
"Asaf Ali Mashoor! New poet on the block. He's on the line."
She nodded furiously at her Sub-Editor, but he didn't seem to understand her agitation.
 In fifteen minutes, she put down the receiver slowly. She had agreed to edit his upcoming book, 'Unveiling Love.'

***
That weekend, Seema sat alone in her cubicle, stifling a sob.
She didn't understand what hurt her more-
that there wasn't a single word about her.
Or that the object of Asaf's affection had always been-
her older brother.

100 Words for a week. Day 3.

   Captain Craze
 The ship was in port. And the cargo was being unloaded at Argentina.
"I have to go up to the the deck now. The Captain just wired me the new co-ordinates." Hiroki chuckled at V.S.Ram.
Ram was just getting used to his Captain's name being uttered, even in passing. The poor Trainee Seaman was in awe of Captain Naresh Wadhwa, the youngest Indian Captain in his Shipping Company.
He looked up at him in awe whenever he was giving command. What stature! What masculinity!
                                                               
                                                                          ***

 Unbeknown to his wife, in his cabin, Captain Naresh Wadhwa slipped his unshaved legs through her black lace panties.

100 Words for a week. Day 2.

The Sunflower Pants

9-year old Rachel was on all fours in her backyard, helping her elder sister, Tana,  in clearing out the weeds that had crept up miraculously after the rains.

"Tana, can you please be gentle with the pixie hairs?" Rachel looked up wide-eyed at her older sibling, as Tana yanked another dead root out of her precious patch of primroses.

Tana rolled her eyes at Rachel.

Suddenly, Rachel looked down at her Sunflower printed pants.
It was blood-stained.

"I'm hurt, Tana!" Rachel looked at her sister helplessly but Tana stared back, wordlessly.

In awe and a hint of jealousy.

100 words for a week. Day 1.

   The Muse.

She looked back at Roy.
Finally seeing, after all the years.
That She had been his Muse.
This sudden realisation left her reeling and she clutched the coffee cup tighter, burning her white palm to a bright crimson- hoping that her nerves would jangle some sense back into her fingertips.
And heart.
Paul came back from the airport washroom.
"We really must get going. They have opened the gates." He smiled.
She looked at him closely, scrutinising the man she now loved.
What was so different?
The graffiti in the ladies washroom struck her hard.
It simply said-