It is too late to say what cannot be done, and undone. I tried my best to love you. I could not cross barriers of your insanity to find the real you. And saying that you have mental health issues would’ve led to some more madness. (230 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/04/02/twittering-tales-130-2-april-2019/
Our financial year ends on 31st March every year. After a hectic fortnight or month, the first of April is time to check reports and prepare for performance appraisals and review meetings. Frivolity of fooling or being fooled is limited to kids and idle pranksters. Content factories do churn out some silly jokes to keep … Continue reading Tomfoolery
Haiku translation of Amit Agrawal (hecblogger)’s Hindi poem – in Comments section
कुछ और तो मेरे पास नहीं
बस ज़ख्म हैं तेरे दिए हुए
वो क्यों न मुझे अज़ीज़ हों ।१।
मांगता है तू माफ़ी मुझसे
कैसे करूँ ऐतबार तेरा
कुछ लहज़े में तो तमीज़ हो ।२।
न रख मुझसे कोई गिला
वो क्या देगा शिफ़ा तुझे
जो ख़ुद ही तेरा मरीज़ हो ।३।
बस मुझे ही नहीं इज़ाज़त
यूँ दुत्कारता है मुझे अमित
गोया कोई नाचीज़ हो ।४।
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 80
energy spiral shields reverberating souls blinding light https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/genre-writing-challenge-28/
I fought back the scars just shifted now not so visible -new shapes making me know the real cause of hurt https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/03/28/reenas-exploration-challenge-80/
Helen ……. by Len
” What’s the matter mommy, why do you look so sad”
Helen turned to her daughter, distracted, torn between two worlds, ” Mommy’s not sad, just thinking. I’m thinking of when I was a little girl like you”.
” Can you tell me about it mommy”.
” Not right now, perhaps another time. Let’s get dolly dressed shall we”. Helen put the thoughts from her mind and concentrated on helping Di to dress dolly.
Later that night, after putting Diana to bed, Helen settled down with a glass of wine, frowning in concentration as her thoughts drifted back to childhood.
She remembered the stern voice of her mother, the slaps, the scolding, the angry words of constant criticism. Her mother thrived on order and cleanliness and Helen was an unwelcome…
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Scars and Survival … by VJ Knutson
Stitches, I’ve had a few
Casts and splinters and slings
Avoided the C-word
Radiation not needed
Surgery did the trick
Some scars invisible
Underlying lesions
Remnants of
Volcanic-sized disruptions
Instinctually I strive
Visualize a better day
Accept life’s challenges
Live with fullness.
(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: 
twittering mind- now quiet in the peace of dawn I stop to listen what the wisdom of nature struggles so hard to tell me https://frankjtassone.com/2019/03/30/haikai-challenge-79-3-30-19-twittering-saezuri-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
The dog walked away with his own shadow. He had never seen loyalty and devotion of this magnitude. The ‘hoomans’ had just never given it to him. After an initial phase of protest, demanding attention and subsequent disappointment – he had learnt to be happy with his fate. They were certainly good providers, and their … Continue reading Narcissus
There is a distinct sense of déjà vu about the place. Have I been here before? The asymmetry of the benches, the contrast of the age-ing haystacks against the tall and slender green beauties around speak of a certain conflict, a dichotomy which has held me in abeyance for long. Is the memory important? Or … Continue reading Afterthoughts
