May 28th Candle in the Wind TSL's Pandorathon Prompt First Poem.

 Candle in the wind TSL Pandorathon Prompt May 28th

When Johnny's mother died

He cried, thinking, you were my candle in the wind

I wish I knew then what I know now

And I'd have been a sight better of a son

Ironed my own clothes late at night

Not given you sleepless bouts at the board

And all those other little things

I should have done but I let you carry my load

Johnny, there is no way to wind back the clock

But be as a husband, and father, what you were not

As a son, and there may yet be hope

For those new candles that they don't burn down so quick

Your wife, your children, be nimble this time

Don't let them burn out, and don't be slack.

TSL Pandorathon May 27th Flash fiction

 "You can't be wise and in love at the same time." Bob Dylan

TSL Pandorathon May 27th

Flash fiction

It was madness. Here she was, to all outward appearances a settled, married woman, and then suddenly she falls in love with this handsome young or middle-aged man abroad she only meets online though she knew him long ago in college as his junior. That is how it goes. When the heart rules the head or mind. She threw herself into it, heart and soul, at first, but then got scared and backed out when he wanted more. And more. And more. It was one thing to talk of Osho but another to give in to ecstatic dancing. So she stopped or he did as she was not ready to cross a line, she played hard to get, she said she only wanted to go to a certain place or point, she gave out mixed signals, but when she stopped talking or he stopped, both bugged but still longing, waiting, wanting, it became a game of hide and seek whereby she would stalk him on fb and whatsapp or vice versa, go on when he left but make sure he sees, go off when he comes on ditto, read posts, act, not act, react, not react, click selfies and post for him to see based on pics he posted of other women, get irritated for posting, get irritated at not being noticed, get pleased at being seen, shameful loss of control, shameless, damn, love was not wise at all, earlier it was torture and it still remained torture, games people play, I am not ok but pretending to be ok, the typical Indian wife predicament, a husband who was not up to the mark according to her, probably true, kids, guru, family, responsibilities, and the perennial existentialist question brought on by the internet which was one of today's age and time which was whether to have a secret lover tucked away online, something which could grow out of hand, or not. !?*&%$£"@