It is not easy to learn ancient languages, especially those that are not in vogue now. They carry history – not just dates, but culture, emotions and compulsions. One wonders why they did whatever they did, and then, the answer pops out of someone’s monologue. The fears that shackled their mindsets, and the hope that … Continue reading I don’t wanna write
Whatever became of Sir Swellimpedeedoo?He breathed his last on a visit to the zooSocial networks published the newsA few turned up for his last viewEverybody who was somebody attended too He didn’t do good to anyone but himselfNor did he cut out incompetent croniesThis much is true!Everybody who was somebody long agoturned up to see … Continue reading Sir Swollen Ego, sorry Swellimpedidoo
PARATAXIS It is hazy. It has no definable colour or shape. It has a pattern – known but never acknowledged. It is the web of tiny lies spun like a yarn to clothe truth. It is the black hole that will explode rather than reveal its secrets. The Emperor’s new clothes are the grandest spun … Continue reading Webs
Perfection is nothing but a goal, and goalposts can shift. It feels good when I move it and challenge myself to excel at something I’ve not tried before. It breaks and bends my effort like a heavy boulder on the back when imposed, and we get busy rationalising why it is all wrong and will … Continue reading The Perfect Myth
Welcome back! We have been interpreting images for the last two weeks, so let's play around with the rhythm and structure of words for a change. PROMPT #441 = Parataxis and Hypotaxis Two techniques—parataxis and hypotaxis—can completely change the emotional texture of a scene. PARATAXIS is writing without conjunctions. It places clauses side by side, … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #441
In Rousseau’s painted jungle,a rabbit sat quietly,his fur brushed by the artist’s dream.Collectors gathered,their eyes glittering with hungerfor ownership, not understanding. The auctioneer raised his gavel,and the rabbit found a voice:“These carrots are false,these leaves are shadows.Do not feed me illusions,for I am alive in truth.” The hall trembled with laughter.“Paintings do not speak,” they … Continue reading Say No to Fake
She switched off the TV, put the phone aside and sat still, refusing to participate in the heated discussions around her. “Our social structures are under attack. The path that young women are taking spells disaster for families.” They condemned the girl who killed her fiancé, whom she was being compelled to marry. Her statement … Continue reading Cultural Reset
I will meet life at a pointwhere I finally embracemyselflike a new acquaintancesans preconceived notionswithout a carefor public opinionor a legacy-yet the footprintswill speak louderthan those squeaky shoesI discarded in a previous version Quadrille Monday at dVerse
Solace means different things at different points in time. Right now, being heard would feel like great solace to me, but it is not likely to happen. Holding an anti-establishment view in a highly volatile political scenario is not easy. Express your opinions and people in your close circles can jump at you. Being a … Continue reading But ….
peacecarriesmuch turmoilbeneath benches-stories left behindthose who shed unseen skinsto carve new identitiesor leave the world on a voyageto unseen spaces - they shared somethingwith the trees and grass here -soul impressions What Do You See #351
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