Transgression of personal boundaries routinely happened in life as he did not see her as an individual. Her violent act stemmed from seething rage helplessness transformed her. Nonet inspired by B's Poetry Challenge-15 Pic: haikudeck.com
She traded her freedom for the social security her husband provided. She accepted subjugation for the wealth that her children would inherit. She had mastered the art of silent manipulation. She would not eat till her husband came home, just to draw him homewards. She pampered her own spoilt brats, so they would look after … Continue reading The Last Trade
What is the bravest thing that I have ever done? Bravery is a relative term. Acts that came naturally to me, appeared bold to some. I have been labelled a ‘born rebel’, for the simplest act of speaking my mind. Whatever I said could have been against a family elder or boss, but did that … Continue reading The Bravest Act
I often look at the empty space between the sky and earth, while driving through this route. What exactly is empty space made up of? Is it all a vacuum, which can be occupied by matter or energy? Or is it an energy that does not interact with matter, and hence, cannot be ‘felt’. I … Continue reading The Power of Space
Shiva’s mother remembered that ominous moment of his christening, which had almost sealed his fate. Mythology says that the ocean was churned by the Gods and Demons, to extract ‘Amrit’, the nectar that guaranteed eternal life, but the process also brought a deadly poison to the surface. Lord Shiva swallowed the poison to save the … Continue reading Shiva
What if I was not responsible for another’s happiness I was not accountable for the choices I made. And I lived life for my own joy? What if I was a cloud floating around In search of my horizon Where the end was imminent But a joyful existence left behind. And I was happy … Continue reading What if?
Body art was a tool of expression for her tattered soul. It was touted as a wistful expression of her desires, and some patrons had insisted on getting her inked a little more. The writer had said, “Nobody knows why human beings want to leave their footprints on the sands of time”. ‘And marks of … Continue reading The Scars
The house was locked, and wore a desolate look. Nobody had lived there for years. A damaged car parked outside indicated a backstory. The boy washing cars cleaned this one for free, just so that it did not turn into an eyesore. He mentioned hearing muffled sounds, but it was dismissed as a teenager’s hyperactive … Continue reading The Mystery
This was an unusual tree, which did not follow seasons. It could wilt in spring, or bloom in winter. It had become a tourist attraction over the years, but the tree did not always oblige. At times, It would look like a pretty normal tree, and the onlookers would return disappointed. The window was a … Continue reading Microcosm
A broken woman a black eye and bleeding lip wanted to share it but gave her life away leaving indelible scars. Tanka inspired by 'In other words, give....' at Patricia's Place Pic: dailymail.co.uk
