Shadows

Did I see My shadow there? It does not look like me. disfigured, disconnected, mutilated by objects in between   Mirrors have different ‘effects’ cameras have filters and lenses. How do I recognize my own ‘self’’? devices have so dulled my senses.     I seek a mirror which to mould to my shape realtime, … Continue reading Shadows

Evolution

timid hearts walk on feet of gloom till feline courage inspires – and opens doors to an existence of unconditional supremacy.   human life learns how to overcome and overstep self-imposed thresholds to emerge unscathed in the land of sunshine   What Do You See? by Helene Vaillant at Willowpoetry

Too big for her boots

We grew up together, and shared a lot of chores. I did not mind bearing the brunt of adult wrath, whenever Linda bungled over something. She offered to do my homework, and I was glad to accept…. always good friends. It was all good till she met that guy, Danny,  from the city. Her shadow … Continue reading Too big for her boots

Muse

The face pressed against the glass is an inspiration. I admire it each time I pass through the street. I am moved by the haunting smile and eyes. The artist has done a great job. I would like to do something similar, if the muse is as good as her 🙂 (247 characters)  

Submerged

This is inspired by a Hindi poem, written by Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) here, for Reena's Exploration Challenge #70   perspectives draw me into a convoluted logic I see you in mirrors, not prisms in a lab   your crowning glory clouds my existence but I see you glow in fading sunlight   brilliance of your countenance blinds … Continue reading Submerged

Inheritance

She was born with a talent to sketch. Her businessman father often joked, “Your artist grandpa’s creative genes bypassed me to reach you. Your children will probably get into business – like me.” “Dad, I’ll make sure they get creative. It is a challenge I accept.” They would guffaw loudly, as they moved to the … Continue reading Inheritance

The Truth

I knew it in that first meeting, when you gave all the right bytes a young girl wants to hear. And I happened to be heiress to a fortune. Your furrowed brows told me the truth, a mature woman understands. (40 words)  

Who?

“Well, I think it’s funny. It cannot be sheer coincidence that ……” His sentence was abruptly cut short by his half-brother, Billy…. “You never made an effort to decipher synchronicity. Universal energy flows in certain directions, and it can create magic.” “Magic, indeed! He did not kick the stool, but managed to kill himself.” “Read … Continue reading Who?