It took a while for me to understand what lies behind loud guffaws. The derision of a psychopath, concealed pain of a loser, camaraderie between bumchums, drunk merriment and playing up to expectations. In the process of analysing laughter, I have forgotten how to smile. naked vision stings as tears trickle down I reach for … Continue reading Raw
black shades of mindless evil make revenge look grey and purple like the scars on innocence which bleed, then swell disproportionate to past weakness. will power emerges out of the blue and leaps like tongues of fire to burn the perpetrator’s ego and live forever a glowing ember Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go … Continue reading Vengeful is the soul
walking together for some time lifting feet in perfect rhythm to the music of shared thoughts and then, bidding goodbye to go our own way been there, done that and yet, it feels not true Weekly Writing Challenge #135 (5) Words: | WAY | WALK | TRUE | DONE | LIFT |
At the end of a long and tiring day, he scanned phone messages, while walking in the parking lot. “Taking a different route every day keeps your mind agile….” read a social media post. But, not finding the car at its usual spot just numbs the mind at this hour. It was silent agony. (280 … Continue reading Agony
regal assumptions, morality bites dust on confrontation with power aspirations Might is always right Ronovan Writes
Beastly extensions of my soul refuse to die away nails grow back to console beastly extensions of my soul words separate me from the whole a human tool to lead others astray Beastly extensions of my soul refuse to die away Photo Challenge #208
I am a non-believer. Institutionalized faith has never inspired me. I see it as nothing more than opium for the masses. I see the opium of religion being replaced with many others – mindless music, mindless devotion, mindless battles. People are given a cause to fight for, which does not really impact society and life, … Continue reading Transparency
“When are we going to have enough money to be on that boat?” Alan was disappointed on being left out of the fun. “How good or bad is the camera phone you borrowed from your brother?” His companion was perhaps, smarter. “Why do you ask?” “Shoot a video, while they are still visible. I will … Continue reading Second Life
growing up an awakening to nurture some more hopes of an uncertain future unmaking of dreams Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM
