“I must have the yellow raincoat”. The voice emanating from the tiny frame is emphatic, like a final ultimatum. “I’ll try my best. But may I know what makes you so stubborn about yellow? We do have some other bright shades there.” “It makes a difference to the rubber duckies. They like to see someone … Continue reading Learning the ropes
Let her not feel so small. The entire officers’ union stands by her in her hour of bereavement. Famous last words from a trade union leader, on the death of a colleague and rival for leadership positions. The lady he consoled is the widow of the guy who said (a few days earlier), “I can … Continue reading Condolences
My grandpa dissuaded us from getting on these rickshaws, as it felt cruel to have a human pull your weight. By refraining, we deprived the rickshaw-puller of his income. But there is no end to certain ethical dilemmas. Then, came the cycle-rickshaw which was also a novelty for us. We had none of those in … Continue reading Humanity
call itchange-a-cationI don’t likecomatose statesdoing nothing just that empty spaceto design actionthat makes me happynot to earn a livingbutearn a life or maybe a state of hyggebeing alonein a large villaor small roomin my companyand have those conversationslong postponed getting re-acquaintedwith starting pointsjourneysdestinations-discarding toxic residueof life Is this whyit is calleda vacation? Poetics at dVerse … Continue reading Change-a-cation
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Every move is a work of art. What it translates into is money – for the artist, producers of TV shows, organisers and so many layers in between. No wonder administrative positions in control boards are highly sought after, for the power they wield over grants, ad revenue and collections. I see the same happening … Continue reading Sports and Art
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I don’t stop to seeblood spilt along the waywounds on pride and self-esteeminflicted by rejection and criticismby those who should have ceased to matterlong, long ago the only change of directionis needed in thoughtdestinations will align I don’t stop to thinkhow the past impactspresent and futureas long as I canrepaint, repair, rewriterebuild a fortune-and not … Continue reading Audaciously Authentic
i am the face of ruthless agony
i am the face of horrible memory
i am the face of deceptive blathery
i too am the face of triumphant victory.Read more …. by Michelle Ayon Navajas
Face
i am the dream i created
i am the hope i advocated
i am the wish i celebrated
i am the woman you violated.
the sorrows you’ve brought
the help you had me sought
the indifference i begot
the war i steadily fought.
i’ve won wars of thousand battlefieds
i’ve cried years of millions of regrets
i’ve hated days of unforgiving threats
i’ve achieved solitude nonetheless.
i am the face of ruthless agony
i am the face of horrible memory
i am the face of deceptive blathery
i too am the face of triumphant victory.
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moments before I take flight; I pause to assessmy rated capacity, versus the realwill expectations improve, or downgrade the flightexpectations look so small, against the blue sky Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt
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