Dusky Dreams

night awaits moonlightblue skies cover branchesleaves fluttering silentlysunlight bright fadingmemories earthly divinewinds serenade dreamsgrateful forever roots roots forever gratefuldreams serenade windsdivine earthly memoriesfading bright sunlightsilently fluttering leavesbranches cover blue skiesmoonlight awaits night W3 Prompt #106 Friday Fictioneers

Summer Laments

summer lamentsthe season of hatredwatches warmthbecome the fire of hell pink stalks of rhubarbturn bloody redas greens wilt awayfarm animals like hens and lambsretreat in self-defence this summerbe remembered fornarrativesunleashed ongullible minds; compelled toopt for destruction let silenceof lambs bear a tagprice paid forinactionlet dark clouds part to revealcould-have-been futures Tanka Tuesday

Political Science

A motorist stops on the road to buy peanuts from a street hawker. He is unable to contain his curiosity and asks, “We hear of Version 2.0, 3.0 … but what is the significance of 2.3?” “You need to enter the city to see layers of civilisation piled on each other. The past is exhumed … Continue reading Political Science

Is it too late?

The national symbol of Brotherland is a group of people huddled together. Aman is an avid international literature reader and often asks his parents if they have seen a better version of unity, love, and brotherhood. They reassured him that this was the best place in the world to be. Soon, a war is waged … Continue reading Is it too late?

Revival

Have you seen that hardened matriarch, the female boss, or a single woman whom we address by different derogatory names? They are generally seen as mood spoilers or wet blankets on others’ enthusiasm. What makes them whatever they are today? Maybe this figure was an enthusiastic woman at some stage, brimming with ideas and wanting … Continue reading Revival

The Lost Key

It’s a classic case of forgetfulness. Mr. Thompson, an absent-minded professor, misplaced his office key. Desperate to find it, he retraced his steps, checked every pocket, and even peeked under the couch. Finally, he discovered it—right where he’d left it: in the refrigerator. His students chuckled, but Mr. Thompson quipped. “Cold storage for my brilliant … Continue reading The Lost Key