love, hate, couple, india, pix? ಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರದ ಫಲಿತಾಂಶ

I think of you as my gateway to freedom

pity you look at me as just one more to trap

You are joy, bliss and everything that I ever miss

I think of you as my gateway to freedom

One who would lead me out of the dark

One who would hold me ever I were to fall

I think of you as my gateway to freedom

pity you look at me as just one more to trap.

#neeanilpanicker #poem #triolet #love





Three Line Tales, Week 141


three line tales, week 141: a face covered in neon-coloured splatters
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Sometimes we need to wear masks to unmask others’ masks”, declared Rajat as he bent over and looked deep into Radha’s eyes.

A trifle nonplussed Radha waited for the voices around their corner cafe table to subside before replying, “So, am I to infer from this is that you, who I know for the past five years, and you, to whom I am soon to be married to, is now wearing or sometimes does wear a mask with the sole objective of unmasking me?”

Rajat coudn’t believe what he was hearing and shook his head vigorously before composing himself and then stood up and left but not before replying, “the very thought that you could ever think that what I said was directed against you makes me wonder as to what kind of a relationship we have besides also making me wonder whether you really have been wearing a mask all this while, a clever mask that I have very hopelessly failed to unmask.”
#neelanilpanicker #fiction #flash #164words #ThreeLineTales




It’s on nights sultry as these that I dream of you

when you pop up unannounced riding the moon

and I find myself inhaling the redolence of your love  

It’s on nights sultry as these that I dream of you

when every present reminds me of all that was past

 and it’s also when I wish every damn truth was a damn lie  

It’s on nights sultry as these that I dream of you

when you pop up unannounced riding the moon.

#neelanilpanicker #peom #triolet #lovepoems





ಸಂಬಂಧಿತ ಚಿತ್ರ

By Neel Anil Panicker

Teenaged pangs for boys much like birth pangs  for expectant mothers and exam pangs for students are just that__ a well worn out truism that’s as old as the hills.

And so it was with me as I stepped into my teens and found myself palpitating, hyperventilating and salivating__all these bodily functions happening at once, and at the same time__ every time my lascivious eyes scanned the contours of Miss Saxena, our well endowed Science teacher, whom I had privately christened ‘Miss Sexyna’.

Though she taught us Physics she was my first interface with Biology as I learnt more about the human body and my own bodily functions in particular merely by studying her from head to toe like I was some police sniffer dog rifling my nose through a mound of explosives at a bomb blast crime.

To my infertile impressionistic mind ‘Miss Sexyna’ was no less than a nuclear bomb that had exploded onto my mindscape though, I must say here that this ‘weapon of mass destruction’ left me with no visible scars except a deep everlasting glow all through the one year that she sashayed in and out of classrooms and schools corridors, helping me, albeit indirectly, navigate the torturous and tortuous lanes and bylanes that lead to manhood.

And for that, if only for that, here’s my personal heart filled thanks to Miss Sexy…oops Miss Saxena with whom I believe, I shared a unique chemistry.

 #neelanilpanicker #flash #memories #schoollife #musings #childhood #TTC #FOWC #239words #realistic #humour #life


Playful senior man enjoying with woman at park Stock Photo - 80389107

Old girlfriends lay buried in the labyrinths of time,
For them the bells don’t toll anymore.
Yet, on certain moon dipped days they crawl out
Much like the aroma that wafts in
when flipping through old dust laden books.
It’s then that I revisit past lives lived
and dream of dreams that died premature deaths.
#neelanilpanicker #poem #love



By Neel Anil Panicker

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

Albert turned around. His eyes were twinkling brighter than the brightest star.

‘Mesmerizing and tantalizing are the words for me, darling!’

A little taken aback by the response, Violet prodded further, “But I thought you hated music, Al?”

‘Hated? Well, that’s too strong a word, dear. All I object to is sitting up in bed well beyond earthly hours only to hear Maria Carrey hit an E-flat at the dead of night when all the world and its neighbourhood have lost themselves to sweet dreams’.

Violet smiled at the answer and offered a reprieve.

“Well, that‘s understandable. To each his own. But still, I am a wee bit intrigued as to why you describe what you are hearing now as tantalizing.”

Al opened his mouth to say something but soon his words got drowned in a sea of rising decibel levels that echoed from all over the cavernous hall.

All eyes were on the stage; all feet up and applauding.

As the orchestra hit a half note and the lead singer’s voice reached a crescendo, Al leaned forward and whispered into his fiance’s ears, ‘See what I mean. This is what I call an All-Star performance; mesmerising to say the least. As for the tantalizing bit, these wonderful musicians have with their sterling music struck the right chord with the audience, and helped create the right ambience and mood.’

Not to be outdone,  Violet, her beautiful almond shaped face, glowing like a new bride’s first night, volleyed forth, “But dear you still haven’t answered as to why you find this evening’s music tantalizing”?

‘It’s not the music that I find tantalizing. It’s the prospect of what follows thereafter,’ replied Al as he locked eyes with his lady love under the soft glow of the full moon night.

 #FOWC #ThreeThingsChallenge #daily-prompt #shortstory #flash  #flashficionchallenge #love #romance #music  #301words

Three Things Challenge, 03 Sept 2018

FOWC with Fandango — Tantalizing

FOWC with Fandango — Tantalizing



By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Happy Birthday Charles’ she whispered, the words__an echo that reverberated all over the misty hill-top.

She stood there like that__unmoving, her eyes closed, soft hands folded in prayer, the lips uttering a silent invocation to the Almighty.

And thereafter she sat on down, placing the vase by the side, unmindful of the dew that seeped in through the earth and wetted her socks, and also the edges of her short white skirt.

Her eyes fell on the dried apricots, the two that she had carried while starting from her home that stood at edge of the slope.

A voice, her father’s, had forced her to turn around just as she was about to step out of the front gate.

“Stella, where are you going. It’s still not light.”

He was about to say something more but then must have seen something in her face, so full of sorrow and grief, that he simply retreated after simply saying, “Be careful my dear, and come back soon”.

He understood; not only he, but also her mother.

Understood and remembered.

Today was Charles’ birthday.

His twenty-fifth.

Had he been here he would have joyously sprang at the apricots and eaten them ravenously.

But before that he would have sided upto to her and planted her with a kiss__his trademark left peck on her dimpled left cheek.

And then he would have…

Stella’s eyes began to well up.

And then the skies opened, and the floodgates of emotions burst forth.

#ThuursdayPhotoPrompt #ThreeThingsChallenge #vase #apricot #sock #flash #fiction #shortstory #246words

Thursday photo prompt: Watcher #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Watcher #writephoto