It was not exactly a dislike, but she had never appreciated her husband’s obsession with collecting vases. Feroze would buy fakes, if he couldn’t get hold of original antiques. He loved the touch and feel of objects he could own. She was a poet with surrealistic preferences. He thought she was always lost in her … Continue reading Complements
At the start of the end of the heady hippie days
I briefly dipped my toes in the sinking hippie ways.
I floated in long dresses and I jingled as I walked,
I used the hippie lingo every time I talked.
I tried smoking cannabis, but not for very long;
it took all my sense away and made me feel wrong.
I never fancied LSD – I liked to see the world
in its organic gorgeousness, not twisted and unfurled.
I disagreed with half the things the lippy hippies said;
they thought they were original, but their minds half dead.
They told me I was brainwashed because my ideas
were far too well-considered for their dippy hippie ears.
They said that they were breaking out of mediocrity,
they said their way of life was a better way to be,
they said they wanted peace and an end to all the…
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It is incredibly peaceful, but lonely out here. There was a purpose to my life, and a purpose to my death. But now what? I always knew that I would reach here someday. Yet, something pulls me back to the people I love. I am not sure if I expressed myself fully. Does my wife … Continue reading Yearnings
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REBELS WITHOUT CAUSES
By Neel Anil Panicker
The other day while on my regular walk around the park I happened to bump into a septuagenarian, an ex-Armyman, one who I am privileged to occasionally chat with.
As I sat down beside him in the corner bench after my regular five rounds of brisk walking around the oblong park, the conversation got flowing and then ambled towards the current times that we The retired gent touched his beard and with a far off look in his eyes very soulfully remarked, “I pity you and all others who’ve missed out on the olden golden days of yore. Compared to today’s fractured times, those days were a blessing.”
I nodded my head in acquiescence but much later in the privacy of my room I mulled over what the old man had mentioned.
It dawned…
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He heard confessions from people, and his blood boiled to see the depths human behavior had touched. Neither did he have miraculous healing powers, nor the strength to change the course of events. He could sense his spiritual teachings falling on deaf ears, every day. Sainthood felt like paralytic burden, when he needed to move … Continue reading Sainthood
Yes. She did it on Facebook. She changed her status from Committed to Single. In a few weeks, I saw pictures of her engagement to another guy. I have not been invited to the wedding. But I am here in disguise. I borrowed an invitation card from someone, to gain entry to the venue. I … Continue reading Jilted
I prepare for life with high enthusiasm and set lofty goals surprises are in store I move backward or forward Weekly Tanka Challenge by Elsie Hagley
Bringing out perspectives ….
The owl, his moon and the ebony sky
He’s much wiser than money can buy
It’s eleventy oclock as night draws nigh
From his mighty roost he lets out a sigh
A fine feathered friend that wonders why
This bird brained world has gone awry
The black cat, his moon and the ebony sky
Emphatic, intuitive and wonderfully spry
It’s eleventy oclock as night draws nigh
Awaken from slumber he lets out a sigh
A loving companion that wonders why
This insensitive world has gone awry
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Kat’s given us a trio of images to work with this week.
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I’m going for captions!
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Do you come here often?
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It was the dog, honest!
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OK children, gather round and I’ll tell you a bedtime story.
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The prince arrived in search of his love. The carriage had turned into a pumpkin, and the witch was back to her original self. Now what? (136 characters) Twittering Tale #56
