“I don’t know why you bid so high for this mundane painting.” “You are an art appreciator and critic. Tell me, do you see the fingerprints of a challenged child, and the wonders done by a mother’s pencil over it?” Tale Weaver at MLMM
Vision
Backgrounds
PROMPT RESPONSE It’s not about flaunting a higher intellect. It’s not about skipping the bits and bytes of a story. It is just about simplifying a complex network of thoughts, sounds and deeds into an easily digestible, small capsule. Then, why does abstraction put me off? Am I too lazy to make an effort to … Continue reading Backgrounds
Fervent prayer
I will not let you honor your deeds with an explanation. Let the venom lie ineffective at the bottom of human consciousness. Let those moments be buried forever in infamous obscurity. Let it never give you the satisfaction of a victory. Let it never spur you on to try again. May you never know that … Continue reading Fervent prayer
The Organized Chaos Of The Human Mind
Beautiful metaphor….
Bikurgurl 100 Word Wednesday: Week 79
What 100 words would you give this image below?
Image by Bikurgurl
The organized chaos of
the human mind
every memory exactly
in the place it is supposed to be
yet cannot be attained to
remember the colors of
times past dreams,
disappointments and joys
love given, love taken, love lost
never to be returned again…
Some memories are to
be learned from instead
of forgotten and some
will bring the sweetest joys
born of bitter sorrows and
some are only healed through
the passing of many seasons…
Some memories are left unrevealed
until we are ready to see truth
but through it all each memory
shall come in its due moment.
Unknown doors
There was not a single customer in the shop. The painstaking efforts in arranging the swatches and rolling the samples of fabric appeared to be going unnoticed. Anna was an ace fashion designer, and could do wonders with fabric. I could not decipher why samples of the finished products were not on display. She could … Continue reading Unknown doors
Strugglers
The craters on my skin, and holes in my conscience still peek through the paint. Keeping my eyes closed does not protect me from heat of the molten metal. Godliness struggles hard to compete with the authenticity of being human. Three Line Tales
Obsessed
“Hey, buddy! Hope you have had your share of eye candy. A female team has been allocated the task of investigating this case.” His eyes looked bleak, and he tried to gesticulate but couldn’t. His obsession had led him to make a false confession. Back in college, I learnt that the prank had misfired. The … Continue reading Obsessed
Seemingly
seeming barriers challenged to look formidable but allow energy to induce vibrancy, grant it victory, and just be a catalyst in the game of taking credit Photo Challenge #221
Chasms
perceived indifference raindrops becoming oceans unbridgeable chasms Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Blame Game
I had built bridges and found companions while you moaned and groaned wallowing in self pity blaming those who stood by me In other words, wallowing at Patricia's Place
