Once upon a thought energy reverberated rocked my whole being Once upon a falsehood promises flashed hurt like a knife in the back Once upon a dilemma I felt broken in pieces not fitting together Once upon a truth I stood defeated feeling whole once again Poetics
She is terrified of stairs – it is almost a phobia, or maybe more than a phobia. She imagines a game of Snakes and Ladders concealed behind the scene, and awaits a roll of dice to throw her off. She thought she had aced the political and satirical game, and then, the unthinkable happened. A … Continue reading Ascent
I miss companions in a childhood lost busy parents and neighborhoods. She loves..... Photo Challenge #236
waves – engulf me not I await arrival of love-once again to replace distrust, hatred and give me back my lost soul What Do You See? - by Helene Vaillant
It is a frightful time to be a man. I see my near and dear ones struggle to find their moorings in the changed scenario. They are good human beings. They have never done anything to hurt a woman. Yet, they feel inadequate to build an equation with the New Woman emerging. Some of them … Continue reading Fright
Making a death-bed of arrows for Pitamaha Bhishma was not easy. All excellence in archery becomes irrelevant, if one loves the person he is compelled to kill. But the war had to be won. Bhishma was living out his curse. He pledged celibacy, but lived to see four generations after his father. Though he was … Continue reading Arrow-bed
The tragic accident had ended two young lives. Worse than that, the old mother was left with a six-year old grandchild, and no breadwinner in the family. I referred them to a NGO which could help. Both returned home in a devastated state. “How could you do that to us? We cannot be in a … Continue reading Culture gaps
Cass was a nightmare in white silk and pearls. She wondered why Cass couldn’t wear something else to office. She had never done any harm to me. But seeing her took me down memory lane – religious heads dressed in white committing heinous crimes, the female lawyer in a white shirt and tie, who informed … Continue reading Nightmares
The honcho from Indian Police Service was on his official tour, and was allocated this guest house to stay. It brought back a flood of childhood memories. He had left this village, decades ago. In childhood, he had often wondered if somebody lived in that house. The house was barely visible in spring and summer, … Continue reading Haunted
I don’t need to be here where there is no trust hopes, dreams ignored I don’t need to be here I don’t need to be there where I’ve outlived utility discarded like trash I don’t need to be there Here to there- a tough journey to build a life of my own to find meaning … Continue reading Here to there
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