visual transformation through colors dispel myths of a static world minds mirror nature framing reflections perceptions float like clouds on mental horizons states of being rigid to flexible is a strategy taught for wordless survival dark frameworks are misleading focus on changing colors which constitute life Thursday Photo Prompt by Sue … Continue reading Frameworks
“I hope my son is able to repay the student loan.” The mother prays, so does the banker. life develops in dark spaces between colors of hope “Congratulations, buddy! You deserved it, after all the midnight oil burnt.” sleepless nights dotted with nightmares in waking eyes I crawled through life in tunnels of uncertainty emerged … Continue reading Floating Stories
happily ever after or till death takes us? Optimism of irrationally positive brains colors of sunrise smells of spring blossoming of buds reincarnations give us cause sufficient to live. I am no Phoenix I know life is a one-way street yet … I plan, I dream there are no alternatives hope is nothing … Continue reading Optimism
The sleuth had never read a whole book in many years, and this was a series. But it held important clues to the investigation into the dead man’s life. He took time to read a little every day, till he started seeing shadows of his own self on the pages. Who was this abandoned child … Continue reading Diaries
I was taught that it takes minimum 40 days to internalize a new habit, or for a change to get rooted in the system. Maybe it is an approximation, but what happens when I need changes in different directions. Which one do I focus on first? Is there something like a debt consolidation program to … Continue reading Watch your thoughts…
It is not a safe hour for a woman to be walking alone. Perhaps, she worked in graveyard shifts, and is used to the shadowy figures lurking outside. I am curious, but resist the temptation of talking. She is busy with her phone. I see her gesticulating wildly, asking me to get out. I do … Continue reading Flash of a second
Treat every book with care,
between its pages rests:
a universe
a sacred crypt
a piece of you and everyone
a place to meet or be alone.
Enter every book with awe,
remember how
you used to bring to bed a flashlight
with your book.
Fear books that makes it hard to sleep,
filled with nightmares and excitements,
but fear even more
the boring books
that turn your brain to tapioca.
Bring books as company,
as friends and foes,
confide, confront your books
but don’t forget to put them down
and talk to the people that you meet.
Be book yourself, and fill your days
with sense, with syllables and sentences
with pages, paragraphs, be bold
and live (or dream),
your own adventures.
And when you cease to breathe
know well
that every book can not be read.
Man, Sitting, Reading a Book by Vincent van Gogh
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‘Just Do It’ screamed the billboard it hit me like a bolt from the blue. I had been so busy learning The world of action had no clue. neural pathways in the brain knock on mind and soul illuminated by ideas the only language I understand. convert thought to action before it slips like … Continue reading Just Do It
waves crashing on shores deafening silence within the sea does not speak Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
She looked out of the window with empty eyes, and wished she did not have to be here. They were family, but talked of inane things she had no interest in, day and day out. The terrifying fact was that the incessant twaddle was draining her. The sameness of the mind-sets and the shallowness of … Continue reading In other words, twaddle
