I am a cynic leave me alone I am absolutely fine. Experience is taking the shocks and knocks. I know the threshold where positivity falls. I have traversed the long and spiral road from Hope to Expectation to Stonewalls. I couldn’t care less about crossing lines The other side of which is not … Continue reading Cynical Thought
The reference is the now extinct 'Sati' system, where a widow was burned on the funeral pyre along with her dead husband. The dead women were glorified and had temples built as their memorials. the bell that chimes echoes my screams from the funeral pyre where I was burnt alive inheritance issues a … Continue reading Sati
A MATTER OF TIME
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Let me start by telling you a story, if you please. But before that let me begin with a Biblical aphorism: You reap what you sow.”
He heard some rumblings from the back and looked towards the last bench.
Pin drop silence followed. Years of teaching MBA aspirants had enabled Keshav Chandran, the senior most Verbal Faculty at ‘Coaching Time’ to appropriate this moment for himself. His every single movement and action following this was choreographed right down to down to a T. Like a master conductor in charge of the largest symphony in the world, he played to hilt all the instruments at his command. And so began the slow languorous moon walk around his enclosure, the small space around the student seating area that was his own personal fiefdom, his own private space from where he lorded over his…
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The shadow of the building gets bigger, as my existence lies scattered on the grass. The brilliant species of Homo Sapiens has not been able to invent a man-made material for construction. They cannot comprehend my speechlessness, nor empathize with my pain. I am unable to tell them, that it will hit them hard in … Continue reading Ranting along
Dissipation of concrete reality into intangible imagery is a writer’s forte. As the borderline between the real and unreal gets thinner, I question the validity of whatever I come across. My beliefs are in a permanent state of transformation. I meditate and find myself dissolving into ethereal forms. It scares me a little. Will I … Continue reading Dissolution
manacles bind some valued relationships which lend needed warmth ferret out space to grow prevent collective decay Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #69
I am a prophet, for I write my own story. Astrologers and fortune-tellers are the smartest species that exist in the world. Politicians have just refined the art further. My weekly forecast says ‘A Full moon could signify both beginnings and endings, of something that is needed to propel your life forward.’ That is the … Continue reading ReInvent the Framework
Life mirrors minds reflects the choices made at different intersections. Beware! In other words, choices at Patricia's Place
Triolet Shadorma Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 82
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rippling pond
a long search in vain for
the ties that bind
How much longer will you stare
for the answer that won’t come?
More gray than I’d like to admit. Growing crow’s feet. Lines under my blue eyes I don’t see in myself. A sorrow in those eyes, along side a determination to see things through. So, I take the next breath, the next look, and turn toward life.
Always, another step. Another breath.
Until there isn’t.
The mirror doesn’t lie either way.
Harvest moon
surprised by joy yet again
when I see your face
For you I treasure, therefore
you are where my heart must lie
For dverse–Tuesday Poetics, hosted by Bjorn, and
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge no. 69, and
