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She is neither dead nor alive. She was waiting for her brother to fetch her, when a sandstorm happened and wiped away all plans. It was no mean task to plot an escape from prison. The lecherous Emperor had incarcerated her with evil intent. Getting out from the underground pathway felt like an achievement. Her … Continue reading Shells in the sand
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Harry gulped. His heart pounded inside his chest as he reached his hands into the air. He had gulped the liquid from a forbidden bottle. The genie had told him clearly that the Bottle of Blues will take him back to an era, which he had escaped after a lot of struggle. But what was … Continue reading Confession of Guilt
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The bin which carries discarded memories needs to be consigned to fire, and the ashes sent to a watery grave. Discards are not really discards till they cease to exist for you. Like Marie Kondo says, anything that does not give you joy needs to go. It takes away precious space from your sense of … Continue reading Set fire to the bin
Impotence ….by Indira
Prompt #284
I give you a line that can be used anywhere in your piece. The idea of a first line or last line becomes too restrictive.
‘She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.‘
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IMPOTENCE
My friend comes declaring,
( We both are over 70)
‘She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.’
She plans to retire and join a meditation camp.
It has become a routine.
She does it often.
She says how peaceful and calm she feels.
Then, after a few days…
Something happens either in her life, neighborhood, or country, and her peace of mind and confidence are shattered.
She comes running, declaring war.
‘ I want to shoot all those bas…ds.’
‘Do these mad dogs deserve to live?’
The media is ablaze with the news of some…
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A Final Use …
By tiredhamster
Another thing is removed
from their world. Yes, they are
mere things, they know this,
but their value is not yet
done. However, the hand
has to free itself, grasping
the lamp, the pictures,
the tapes, all things suffused
with memory, and pulls them
towards emptiness. Soon,
all these objects will just be
mere objects, demolished
and deformed, living dark
beneath nameless heaps.
And now the rooms are
empty of desire, the objects
and their master gone
as the dust reclines within
a space the years no longer
intrude.
Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #284 the prompt being “She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.”
Time doesn’t heal all wounds ….by Mich Navajas
Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds
she’d forgiven everyone
and emptied her home
of all that gave it meaning;
that’s how it was,
and that’s how it will be,
you don’t assume she’d forgotten
all that you have done;
the hurt?
no dear, it’s still there
the pain?
yes, it’s even painful this time
the humiliation?
of course, she remembers
the bitter fun?
you think it was funny?
she remembers –
and oh, in case you’ve forgotten
time they say heals all wounds?
nahh, it isn’t true,
for she can still feel
every bit of scratch you made,
every bit of twitch you created,
every bit of cut you inflicted,
time doesn’t heal all wounds
it may take off a part of the wound
but it never heals the pain;
time is not a healer,
not a surgeon,
not a doctor;
you’ve hurt her –
she remembers; always
you’ve caused her…
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Age-ing makes me feel out of place, for it is all happening in the body, not mind. I wonder what do others see that I don’t. I came across an interesting post on Facebook and shared it today. I’ve faced age-ism and some unkind remarks in the corporate world. There are banks who have a … Continue reading Age-ing
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