I forgot my IWSG post this month, and I almost forgot this...having been away from my blog for over two weeks.
Before I proceed my Friday Guest post at Misha Gericke's Blog sylmion.blogspot.com - guest post friday-rekha seshadri.html. Do check it out. My first one. :)
RFW Challenge No 44 for Featured Writer/Runner Up titles . Post Any genre, any POV. Remember the romantic element.
My attempt at Prosetry for the prompt.
Wish I had kissed you then
When Chance hovered around, flapping her multi coloured wings. We were no longer just friends, but maintaining the status quo. So afraid of saying the word, so guilty of holding back.
Now, empty words, emptier dreams, and emptiest memory that I alone drag along.
Wish I had kissed you then
A piece of You forever with me -precious and sacred, my secret visitation.
Nothing more than a Kodak moment, a rarely visited spot on the shelves littered with books and stuff - your bored eyes proclaim. Is the spot taken by more significant others, old friends relegated to a rusting steel almirah at your parents retirement retreat?
Wish I had kissed you then
Lost - the charmer, idealistic and innocent to the wolfish ways of the world.
Found - the expert rat racer, flipping through your black berry, revealing the unbridgeable chasm that separates us.
Choosing what you once said never mattered, hollow words. I see her by your side - tall, slim, vivacious yesterday as she was a decade ago, our proclaimed rose queen - every valentine.
Did you secretly wish to send her those 1001 roses her boyfriend deemed then, his exclusive right?
Wish I had kissed you then
Seeing you hand in hand - in love? So easy for you with her, impossible for you with me. Was it me who keep you at a distance, or was I just an available backup while you waited for a chance with her?
Wonder if that ex boyfriend nursed hidden wounds in a dim lit pub, as I did in crowded escalators of the latest mall in the Metro.
I could never be her then, do I wish to be her now? Do I dare find unpleasant answers to these mocking questions swirling all around me?
Wish I had kissed you then
These seven years past seem like seven lifetimes, the gulf between what we were and what you are, plain for unblinkered eyes to see. People change, it's oft said, oh, they do, not quite like you.
The real You before me in all his glory, kept well hidden from our unsuspecting hearts then, a pretender and a master of disguise? The simple, care free boy no longer, this one I'd rather not know.
Your smile is the same, but leaves no tugs on my heart strings, much to my surprise. Is it because I see with fresh insight, the smile of an all knowing flirt?
Wish I had kissed you then
On that watery night, taking refuge from knee high, black, muddy pools. The monsoon and her electric backdrop, sending shivers of a different kind amid much discomfort.
Wished I had seized a stolen moment, that stolen kiss.
No meaningless memories, not wasted years of longing.
My heart wouldn't have known betrayal.
What we were - laughed way with tears of regret.
What we could have been - unsolved mystery no more.
What we are - not evoking one sigh too many.
WC - 495 FCA
Before I proceed my Friday Guest post at Misha Gericke's Blog sylmion.blogspot.com - guest post friday-rekha seshadri.html. Do check it out. My first one. :)
RFW Challenge No 44 for Featured Writer/Runner Up titles . Post Any genre, any POV. Remember the romantic element.
My attempt at Prosetry for the prompt.
Wish I had kissed you then
When Chance hovered around, flapping her multi coloured wings. We were no longer just friends, but maintaining the status quo. So afraid of saying the word, so guilty of holding back.
Now, empty words, emptier dreams, and emptiest memory that I alone drag along.
Wish I had kissed you then
A piece of You forever with me -precious and sacred, my secret visitation.
Nothing more than a Kodak moment, a rarely visited spot on the shelves littered with books and stuff - your bored eyes proclaim. Is the spot taken by more significant others, old friends relegated to a rusting steel almirah at your parents retirement retreat?
Wish I had kissed you then
Lost - the charmer, idealistic and innocent to the wolfish ways of the world.
Found - the expert rat racer, flipping through your black berry, revealing the unbridgeable chasm that separates us.
Choosing what you once said never mattered, hollow words. I see her by your side - tall, slim, vivacious yesterday as she was a decade ago, our proclaimed rose queen - every valentine.
Did you secretly wish to send her those 1001 roses her boyfriend deemed then, his exclusive right?
Wish I had kissed you then
Seeing you hand in hand - in love? So easy for you with her, impossible for you with me. Was it me who keep you at a distance, or was I just an available backup while you waited for a chance with her?
Wonder if that ex boyfriend nursed hidden wounds in a dim lit pub, as I did in crowded escalators of the latest mall in the Metro.
I could never be her then, do I wish to be her now? Do I dare find unpleasant answers to these mocking questions swirling all around me?
Wish I had kissed you then
These seven years past seem like seven lifetimes, the gulf between what we were and what you are, plain for unblinkered eyes to see. People change, it's oft said, oh, they do, not quite like you.
The real You before me in all his glory, kept well hidden from our unsuspecting hearts then, a pretender and a master of disguise? The simple, care free boy no longer, this one I'd rather not know.
Your smile is the same, but leaves no tugs on my heart strings, much to my surprise. Is it because I see with fresh insight, the smile of an all knowing flirt?
Wish I had kissed you then
On that watery night, taking refuge from knee high, black, muddy pools. The monsoon and her electric backdrop, sending shivers of a different kind amid much discomfort.
Wished I had seized a stolen moment, that stolen kiss.
No meaningless memories, not wasted years of longing.
My heart wouldn't have known betrayal.
What we were - laughed way with tears of regret.
What we could have been - unsolved mystery no more.
What we are - not evoking one sigh too many.
WC - 495 FCA
25 comments:
You call this an attempt at Prosetry?? This is a masterpiece...full of longing and painful emotions.
I agree with Janu, it is a masterpiece and the final revelation, beautiful!
"Is it because I see with fresh insight. The smile of an all knowing flirt!"
Thank you, for sharing, and may I say what a lovely page.
This is great Rek full of feeling; do Kodak moments still exist? Maybe.
Don't worry about the IWSG post - it happens. I did catch your guest post at Misha's though!
Hi,
Perfection itself in painting images with words. Beautiful rhythm and dancing prose as regret of lost kiss and hint of envy prevails! Lovely writing, lovely page. ;)
best
F
This text - whatever you call it, prose/poetry/prosetry - is simply beautiful. It flows well, the images are jewels, such as, 'These seven years past seem like seven lifetimes, the gulf between what we were and what you are, plain for unblinkered eyes to see.'
This text has everything that the prompt requires: laments, regrets, longing, and a painting with words, a mixture of humdrum images and the sublime!
Well done!
Best wishes,
Anna
RFW - I should have kissed you
Hi Rek
Excellent. I am so jealous! I'm not a poet so this type of writing is beyond me. As others have said, you captured all the important aspects of the challenge. I felt every breath of desire your protagonist expressed.
Nancy
This is prose in poetry and the longing and uncertainties came out beautifully :)
Rek, I'll take Janu's poetess word for it - this is a masterpiece. I love it when a writer tries another genre. You've written remarkably beautiful prosetry, with so many quotable lines and phrases.
I'm so glad you remembered to post for us. Hope my little email reminder helped. It is always a deep pleasure to read your stories.
Denise
Great flow to the narrative...some wonderful images here...liked that he grew in an unexpected and not-so-wonderful direction..regret portrayed very well, with an economy of words...very enjoyable read
This is beautiful Rek! If you wouldn't have said this was your first attempt at prosetry, I wouldn't have known :) Very well done
Awesome! I loved the way you slowly wove in the regret for the people they were, the unsatisfied desire for the past, not the future. This broke my heart to see how the missing kiss lingers to make the present uncertain. Excellent use of evocative prose.
.......dhole
This is not an attempt at all but very well written. You have a way with words.
I wish i had the guts to THINK of attempting such :)
loved it ...
life is funny i guess we miss a lot of things if only we had taken that moment and done something ..
Bikram's
This is an evocative piece of prosetry... you paint such wonderful images with your words...
Those "What If?" moments seem to pop up more and more as one grows older... unanswered questions... missing moments... unfulfilled desires...
A lovely poem. You did extremely well in embedding "I should have kissed you," so that it resonates with the reader with each new stanza.
Just beautiful, Rek. Hardly an attempt.
Stunning. Beautiful imagery... If this is a first attempt, I couldn't imagine it being any better.
LOVE POETRY with PROSE!
Oh this was stunningly beautiful.. you should be very very proud. I was taken back by such lovely words. The pain, the regret, the devastating heartbreak and the longing behind said voice. It was just beautiful plain and simple. Thank you so much for sharing!
Hi Rek!
Attempt? Rek, you are a wonderful writer. You do it in every style and do it well. You don't "attempt." You accomplish!
wild and powerful writing.
Wow, very powerful, emotionally!
heartfelt and moving. Definitely felt the regret there.
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I guess I'm a bit late for this post but wanted to let you know how beautiful i thought your poem was. Almost wish I'd written something like this myself. Thanks for commenting on my post too.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.