Thoughts fly at a speed higher than the car I am riding in. Figures and structures on the sidewalk look blurred, as I try to click a picture of memories. Yes, memories of the days I spent hanging around here. There is not a single familiar face who would recognize me. And who has time … Continue reading Sometime, somewhere
reality is the medicine I need to swallow to get on with life. Happiness lies in a raging storm of fresh ideas with fingers loving the keyboard and eyes fixated on beauty of the screen Poetics at dVerse
I see questions in the eyes of the stray puppies and cat I feed, as we pack our stuff to move to another city. They refuse to eat, and keep moving around our feet. I see them following the car, as we finally lock the house, pat their heads and leave. “Who will care for … Continue reading Unspoken
“I’ve seen the sun and moon trapped between these wires. Now, the clouds are getting asphyxiated.” “Clouds move with the winds. Why should they feel choked?” “What will happen if one of them gets electrocuted on the go? Will that result in lightning and a storm?” “Where do you get these ideas from?” “I’ve seen … Continue reading Imagination stuck
lone person’s existence survival a common interest links us up to others bonding in myriad ways norming, storming, forming and then creating families on the go trauma of separation lies ahead Weekly Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge 101
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cruelty sports dark, arid patches on parched souls starved of empathy moisturization by tears and emotions Colleen's Weeky #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge 89
The pictures of the robotic rover looked different. Was Opportunity captured by aliens? Was a dust storm raised on the Red Planet to cover the surgical strike? What or who has taken its place? I looked guilty, as I recalled a face I dumped there on my first-ever mission. She had sprouted technology, instead of … Continue reading Dumped
Mughal miniatures, demon faces, architectural models, eggheads on pillows – he had innovated in every egg he sculpted. “Dad, why is it lying outside in the grass?” “This is a step beyond 3D. I await deposits from nature, before I paint a chicken head popping out of the piece.” (275 characters) Twittering Tales #89
Sneaking here in the night had gotten easier, what with business going global, and people working round the clock. He was smart enough to know that data was his goldmine, while others went hunting for mansions and diamonds. He would’ve access to every luxury in the course of time, just like the access cards he … Continue reading Nightmare
