How do I define crime? Any act that harms another’s life or property, or something that goes against the law of the land? Is it less of a crime, if done to protect another, or for self-defence? Lawyers will have all the answers, but what does nature say? Is it okay to chop off a … Continue reading Harvested
It comes when all is lost Equanimity celebrates destruction, revives spirits Sunday Writing Prompt
The sharp bends on the road make her sick. They stop the car for a while to let her recover, while the guys take a smoking break. A lot more is retching inside her than the motion sickness. This is her moment of freedom. It is either now or never. She drives away alone – … Continue reading Love and fresh air
I switch on the laptop to complete an urgent task. Pop … there are 14 notifications on the right side. It takes a few seconds to close them. It’s the phone now. I have not opened the document as yet. Another notification from a social media site, and I know that I have to switch … Continue reading Anti-Notifications
Hazy skies, clouded vision can’t stop me chasing the Sun It seems like eternity when truth was appreciated honesty not decimated- the world hydrated, not thirsty. So uppity, but transparent battles are not a deterrent Ethics- Majestic in strife trudges along hilly terrains on a drive that looks insane -uncorrupted core of life Conflicts rife, … Continue reading Uphill
Eugenia clears up the fog ..
A brilliant poem by Amit Agrawal – English translation in Comments.
बहता हुआ दरिया हूँ मैं
खुद प्यासा रहता हूँ मगर
तृप्ति का ज़रिया हूँ मैं
उड़ती हुई चिड़िया हूँ मैं
सारा आसमां है ज़द में मेरे
गुलशन की प्रिया हूँ मैं
जलता हुआ दिया हूँ मैं
अंधकार मुझमें पर औरों को
भानु रवि आदित्य हूँ मैं
अज़ब एक प्रक्रिया हूँ मैं
अमित हैं क्षमताएँ मेरी पर
कहानी नहीं हाशिया हूँ मैं
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 55
The inspiration lines I choose for this prompt are quotes by George Orwell Quote 1 If thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought. If I am going round in circles, I will never reach the destination. Straightening the line will help. If I am in a bottomless pit, I will keep falling, but a … Continue reading Inadequacy
Michael releases ‘weight on the shoulders’.
On a Sunday afternoon, she expected to be able to sit and ruminate about the past week and plan a few activities for the coming week.
But when the phone rang and she heard her brother in tears begging for help every plan went out the window.
There was clearly a crisis, and as had happened so often in the past she was the one the family went to, the one who held everything together.
There was no time for reflection on the matter the brother had called for help there was no doubt he was in a desperate way, and she needed to get to him as quickly as possible.
So, dropping everything and quickly explaining to her husband, she was out the door, into her car and off to his assistance.
The drive took forty minutes, she wasn’t sure afterwards how many speed limits she broke as her…
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lost childhood trained to perfection claustrophobic in tents with holes looks wistfully at the pampered child in the first row badgering his parents for some more popcorn while the artist earns bread for the family left behind in a remote village Come to the Circus at Poetics in dVerse
