Return

We're back!

And we haven't changed one bit. Its time to guess which one of us wrote which piece. 

	Each time she throws her crown of thorns and hits the nail on the perfect spot I spread myself bare on a wooden cross. And promise Never to come back.		I left my reflection in the empty house above the wash-basin behind closed doors. I set out not quite myself never knowing emptiness could follow and drag me back and smugly say- welcome home.

Lust

Before we take 

a teeny tiny break

and cool our heels for summer,

thought we'd leave you this

with Puja Gokarn writing a sinful guest piece

and a theme that promises to be a stunner.

(This is exactly why we need the break :P)

	Says Demure That you would lure me piece by piece. But you who cease to stick to the expected, Tear me to shreds And reach my brazen core. And then, just when I hunger for more You indulge in the lure. And piece by piece I string together Freezing warmth groping my heart; And sometimes while thinking My demure cheeks color, And sometimes while thinking My brazen legs part. - Puja		it has drowned me, washed over me left me alone on barren shores soaked in my shame. tonight, i pull you in to ride the waves. i return dripping the syllables of your name. -Nikita

I

It should have been the simplest theme. And yet writing "I" as a Shot may have been one of our most difficult ones so far. Wonder what that says about us :p 

	spell god in one letter. -Jason		it became blurry and blotchy under torrential rain. drop after drop it flowed from my eyes and my nose. until there was none but the knowledge: I am nothing without my Dream. -Nikita

Light

Word-ka Shots crosses a new milestone! 

10,000+ page views from people like YOU who have loved us over the last year and a half. You've kept us going for better or worse. 

We decided to make light of the moment and celebrate the only way we can. With Shots on the spot. We gave ourselves five minutes (no peeking), and came up...with this.
 Cheers!

 

	An indignant child got the moon he asked for in a basin full of water. I'm as indignant when it comes to you but for me well placed mirrors  will do the trick.		keep your windows open to dust. only then, can you see light.

Infinity

April being the cruelest month and all, we got our old pal Rakhee Panth in as Guest Writer to shake things up. She has a refreshing style, different from both your faithful writers. 

I could go on and on. But I'll let the Shots do the talking.

 

	Sapphire sky (New moon hung low) A fear it will be restless red again. Whoever said The journey of a thousand miles Begins, with a single step  -Rakhee		we walk together lock, stock, baggage and all. they smirk, and wonder how far we'll go. the end of the world. and a little more. -Nikita

Night

	What happens in the dark; rarely stays in the dark.  -Jason		when tired rules are put to rest and Pain and Trouble come grudgingly to bed finer things will rise and come to life behind closed eyes. day after day, I wait for that time. -Nikita

Audacity

A little love from Word-ka Shots reader, Prakriti (see her comment here) got us SO kicked, we had the audacity to put everything else on hold and take up her suggestion for this week's shot.

Many thanks and Cheers, Prakriti!

	Wherever they go,  "The audacity muffled whispers of broken hearts will follow them.  to love again." -Jason		they beat them all out of me. and yet, everyday I go to sleep. in the hope that tonight, again, I will dream. -Nikita

Broken

	i said        -- catch-- before realizing i was playing with myself.  -Jason		by night I walk on clouds made of words; your words spoken over and over on my chin my feet my tongue my teeth. By day I see fluff; the stuff my dreams were made of is on the floor. -Nikita

Forbidden

	you can see it in the way he looks at him it is clear like glass almost invisible at times and as present but this Adam is deeply aware and afraid of shame as this time there is no Eve to bear the blame. -Jason		My naïve eyes are held hostage by your trained glance. I pull away. And fix them on something pretty. Damsels in Distress do not lust for Villains -Nikita

Call

We're calling on you to guess again. Think you know us? Tell us who wrote which. And this time, tell us why you think so too...

	After fearing it And failing it And turning it down, It found us. On a crackling line And a borrowed call. We didn't say much. You called Only To hear my voice.		all souls wait (patiently) for  tremors that reverberate through the essence of who we are. some immortal words can bind two souls  but both must only if both answer the call.