Come with me, say the waves enticingly, but I know I’ll sink. The birds throw inviting glances when they rest on me, but I don’t wish to pull them down with my weight. The clouds flirt with everything they touch, and but refuse to own the damage they can inflict by bursting. The ships can … Continue reading Achingly immobile
An explosion of colors in Messenger - by Helene Vaillant
“A fresh angle to the story has emerged, five years after Herbert Hadley was administered death penalty. It turns out that he was framed in false charges by his opponents.” Herbert’s son runs his fingers on the etched glass separating the balcony. “Dad, your deeds stand silhouetted against the light of truth. The black I … Continue reading Silhouetted in time
Half of Anna’s face disappeared from her portrait, when her grand-daughter Elsie was born. She is happy to be reborn amongst the people she loved. The little one spews wisdom as she learns to speak. It is almost as if there is a mission to be completed, and she knows the path to be followed. … Continue reading The Strange Portrait
I see my father-in-law, aged 90, act in a childlike manner, and hear the reactions, “He has lost it totally.” He has to be reminded of his wife’s first death anniversary, and he quietens down for some time. There is no calendar memory. Suddenly, he grabs an envelope on the table which is somebody’s medical … Continue reading What will go with me?
A senryu by Susi Bocks
within the layers
go deeper in to find me
it’s all there for you
Inspired byReena’s Exploration Challenge #69
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English translation of the poem in Comments section…
तुझ तक पहुँच नहीं सकता
जहाँ तू रहती है
इमारत देखता हूँ मैं
हर ज़र्रे में वुजूद तेरा
कहीं तस्वीर तेरी कहीं
इबारत देखता हूँ मैं
गए वो प्यार में मरने वाले
अब इश्क़ के बाज़ार में
तिज़ारत देखता हूँ मैं
सारी रात जागी है तू भी
तेरी आँखों में खुमार
हरारत देखता हूँ मैं
दे और एक ज़ख्म अमित
ख़ून-ए-जिग़र करने का तुझमें
महारत देखता हूँ मैं
In Response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 69
The Hiccup … by Michael
They called it the hiccup. It was all because the artist was interrupted mid-work. He was going to go back and finish it but the gap proved to be a major point of discussion and when turned sideways seemed to reflect the current political situation, a divided country.
They thought he was inspired, but in reality, he caught a cold and then had an issue with the scaffolding and so started from the bottom but in fact when he reached the part where he’d left off in the first place he couldn’t stretch to fill in the gap.
So he decided he could turn it into some sort of statement. What that statement was he wasn’t sure he was happy to leave that up to the punters who came to speculate on what it might be all about.
It became a great marketing tool. A suggestion box was placed at…
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Artsy Facade .... by Eugenia
Reflections on the comfort zone…. by Indira
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #68
Normal life
