pondering too much makes it such a mystery life is simpler if lived without rancour on a day-to-day basis Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 109 and Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Simplicity
Afraid
Goodness - timeless love positive energy float around in universe afraid - of declaring its existence of being gobbled by monstrous forces Evil Colleen's Weekly Tanka Tuesday
Writers’ Block
Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky. The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead? I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write … A troubled soul on moonless nights… The story starts … Continue reading Writers’ Block
Pavement Dwellers
festering wounds unhealed in time throb under the night sky as they remember a spoilt brat crossing the line, driving over their kith and kin elation of pavement dwellers subsides as they hear the words bail and suspended sentence Weekly Writing Prompt #154 (5) Words: | NIGHT | LINE | HEAL | THRILL | … Continue reading Pavement Dwellers
Rescue Mission
scarcity mocks all attempts at tom-foolery boys who dared slipped in deep caves for adventure rescuers dive in high risk, unseen zones world watches masterminds plan rescue missions Ronovan Writes
Inside the box
mind maps brainstorming take me further away from targeted solutions breakthroughs occur when I work with available tools inside familiar boxes templated thoughts cause implosions inside rock my whole being with the power of design thinking I get into larger boxes if claustrophobia strikes (44 words) Quadrille #62 at dVerse
Burst of color
A sudden burst of color had the small township pop up with rumors in the last few months. Who was she? What was her agenda? People started fading into oblivion whenever she appeared on the scene. And to top it all, she loved strawberry ice cream. Was there a connection with the past somewhere? Did … Continue reading Burst of color
Nursing a grudge
He reached late. Employees were supposed to log in by 9 am, and it was three minutes past nine. “I’m sorry, Ma’m! There’s a huge traffic jam on the route I take.” “Find a better excuse.” All eyes are on him. The office has been agog with rumors, on why the new boss was so … Continue reading Nursing a grudge
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 49
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 49
This week’s challenge: Your piece can be your piece – poem, story, anecdote, memory, quotation, or anything else – whatever ghosts or monsters or gods it invokes inside you.
What is it that lives inside our bodies, and drives our actions? Is it a god, a monster, or a ghost?
Are we all part of superconsciousness which allows us to differentiate between right and wrong?
Why do our actions show the opposite?
Why do some people go out of the way, leave their comfortable life, and serve the downtrodden going to live the most inhumane life?
Why do some people do heinous, gruesome crimes in spite of knowing the punishment they will get?
Do every person fifty-fifty percent, side by side, the demon and an angel and the one who is nurtured most empower us?
Long sessions
of meditations
Satsang(the company of pious people seeking…
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Farcical
Silence is a weapon to kill hollow words. I see them shrink and shrivel in fearful anticipation of meaning - being hurled at them- being disrobed of fanciful costumes- while their inertia will expose much-dreaded emptiness. There is no body or soul beneath the clothes - farcical judgements …. Music Challenge #33 … Continue reading Farcical
