The organization structure is carefully built. There are special slots for the favoured ones, deliberate spaces between some so that the connections are not too obvious. They need to control it from all sides – ensuring that followers stay on a predetermined path, managing dissent, building intelligence networks to know what’s happening on the ground. … Continue reading Carefully structured
my friends on the screenhave always been there -when you weren't around to seeNow don't say it's the lockdown'coz you have not seen them before https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/photo-challe
I knowI'll drive through thatsole flicker of light, thoughit matters so much, but such are-journeys
The Circus of Right …by Jade Li/Lisa
Reena, I have taken your poem apart and did a statement and response with it.
Would I care to be right? If life was not finite
Life is infinite. So is death. It’s an eternally revolving door.
If I’d the luxury of eternity to let it be naturally proved that I’ve always been right…
When you look in a mirror, which side is right?
beliefs and perspectives windowless walls between us block insights –
Our beliefs, perspectives – and insights – are no less valid when not paralleled/cloned with another’s. Each is on their own path.
so much so, that you revel in pleasures of darkness bottling and imprisoning light
Imbalance will right itself. Darkness can only bottle and imprison life for so long. All it takes is a tiny crack, and oomphalos rises.
the beheaded boatsman sinks with the boat messenger from afar carrying a crumpled note
Their…
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The blues…. by Punam
I dressed my blues prettily
and sent out for fresh air
but it looked pensive in pink
standing all alone
where once blossoms bloomed
an empty bench, where loneliness sat alone,
invited it for company
but it trudged back home
lodging deep down inside me
content to curl quietly
dripping drop by drop,
painting my pained soul
I am learning to live with it
too tired to look for metaphors
I delve deep, cladding myself
in the darkest hue
revelling in the pleasures of darkness
bottling and imprisoning light
for it hurts my eyes and blinds me
blackness envelopes me comfortingly.
"you revel in pleasures of darknessbottling and imprisoning light"
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“I don’t know when the shower of blessings changed to a downpour of responsibilities. And I could never get my head out of it. I’m going to miss work terribly.” Tears rolled own the cheeks of the CMO, as she concluded her farewell speech. She’d retired from the services of the hospital today. “You are … Continue reading Downpour
Empathy ..... by Deepa
Beheaded Boardman …. by mindfills
Englosh translation in Comments…
कब तलक करूँ इंतज़ार तेरा
दो दिन आरज़ू वाले बीत गए हैं
कब तक रहेगा खिज़ा का आलम
मौसम बहारों वाले बीत गए हैं
अभी तो अंधियारी रात बाकी है
कुछ पल बेक़रारी वाले बीत गए हैं
एक दिन तुम्हें याद आएगी हमारी
ख़्याल तसल्ली वाले बीत गए हैं
क्या आओगे तुम सुनकर अमित
की तुम्हारे चाहने वाले बीत गए हैं
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 136
Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. Someday, nobody will believe that it actually happened, that she had to go through the hell they know only from novels or movies. People who see the smiling couple posing for pictures will never know what transpired in the privacy of their chambers. … Continue reading Living with Insanity
