I was worshipped for my power, wealth and intellect. I was successful. But there was a criminal. My conscience – which derided me on the values I chose. It pulled me in another direction. #Micro-Mondays
The Criminal
Strategic moves
I was shocked. The cabbie wore a cap with horns on it, and the name tag said ‘SATAN’ – loud and clear. Surprisingly, he was the politest driver I had ever come across. We visited the dens of criminals, politicians and power-brokers of all kinds. There were smug smiles of satisfaction on all the faces … Continue reading Strategic moves
Social Change
revolutions change nothing- if targeted at wrong touch-points Senryu for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge
Capitalism failed?
“Capitalism has been broken, top UK business leaders warn”, scream media headlines. Artificial intelligence and technology are being blamed, the short-term thinking of profit-oriented corporations are being blamed. My son reads aloud a quote from the Book of Luke, “There will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over 99 righteous … Continue reading Capitalism failed?
On the other side of existence
It was a steep ascent, and she preferred missing the bus, than taking a risk. She had let him go, years ago, as she did not want to share his struggles in life. She had chosen a peaceful, anonymous existence in this remote place. There were no struggles, but there was no excitement either. Today … Continue reading On the other side of existence
Stranger, be my friend
Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM
Fragmented
snippets of conscience attempt to cover the barren soil of splintered souls pretentious social media messages a display of integrity in disintegrating structures projection of personal brands to stretch a vacuum from hollowness within I pay homage to the remnants of what could have been the tower of my existence Weekend … Continue reading Fragmented
Seasons
smiles of nature disappear under frost promise a return with grandeur of sunrays seasons of joy and sorrow SoCS
Next to God
faith love dogs are loyalty personified no human can hope to match them Saturday Mix at MLMM
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Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/10/13/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-8/
PAIN, TRUTH’S PESKY COUSIN, SETS YOU FREE
By Neel Anil Panicker
Pin drop silence prevailed; all eyes hooked onto the dashing young man at the front, all ears latching onto every single word that was being uttered.
Rachel, sitting in the front rows, closed her eyes and wandered into dreamland.
“It’s all in the eyes, the way we perceive things, look at people.
They are what we chose them to be—- our best friends, or worst enemies.”
‘What is it about love that makes you go weak in the knees; leaves you mumbling and fumbling, trembling and stumbling like a gawky ten year old?’
Rachel opened her eyes and gazed into the man in front of her.
No Gucci shoes or Armani suit, Rolex watch or Bond Street tailored clothes?
No Body Shop fragrance oozing out of a six pack six foot tall movie star persona? Not even…
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