Marriage

She had waited for it all her life, to see this man being hers for the rest of her life. She had weaved too many dreams around her, looking at other married couples. Dreams too good to be true. After 527 days of marriage, he said, "I don't want this relationship". The same day a part of her died and whatever remained was torn into pieces.

Written for Five sentence fiction - Marriage

The man in the suit

Tidy hair golden brown
Red tie and coat soot black
Sporting them with a frown
Playing chess with a knack

The crowd a moving-picture
Everything still inside his mind
Commotion, noise and chaos in a mixture
Inner peace he was yet to find

White, black, orange, yellow
Light played games in others' eyes
His stone-eyes didn't feel the mellow
He never shared his deepest cries

A beautiful young man, he would advance
And would make heads turn
But, this man in the suit spared not a glance
Nobody's smile he would return.

Written for The Magpie Tales: Mag 220.

Drift

She knew it
His tone of words
What they implied

What they implied
Could kill her
If she took it

If she took it
He would die too
Seeing her killed.

Written for Haiku Horizons -  Drift.