Ageing is not a particularly pleasant experience. Yet, I rejoice in being the person I am, with added wisdom, missing in yesteryears. I have a laser vision, despite the glasses I wear to read. I can see through fake-ness, flattery, manipulation and deceit. I have a signature style in everything from attire to writing, which … Continue reading Dark Skies
savoir faire helped me survive hidden agendas of information staying unbiased, but on constant vigil blunts attempts of targeted indoctrination presentation is all that matters grains of truth covered with lies so daring personal stories, but professionally written storytelling makes a mockery of sharing #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge -Week 118
“I can’t believe the amount of muck being uncovered in the scandals.” “The beautiful door which covered it has been forced open. You know why?” “Tell me ….” “It is smaller than the hole it was supposed to cover, and the winds blowing outside are gusty. I can say that a storm was brewing for … Continue reading Door blown open
“A new government has taken over in that country. Foreign policy needs to be realigned.” “Bilateral trade will be affected adversely, our currency is devalued and unemployment is gnawing at the core of our economy. The opposition is waiting to pounce at our failure.” “If we don’t do it, our international reputation is at risk. … Continue reading Moveable bridges
I struggle to retain originality swamped by external influence and opinions. Do I exist as a blank page a script engraved in stone or find meaning in my responses to stimuli? Does the correlation build upon my core or replaces all that I ever thought was mine? Struggling to find my breath I wonder If … Continue reading What is really mine
“I asked you to find the missing arm, not replace the upper body.” “It was faster.” “But the outfits are not designed to accommodate male breasts. And what’s it with that neckpiece? Where does it originally belong?” “Holy fish… that cap?” “This is retail, not a diversity challenge.” (280 characters) Twittering Tales #106
The trees whisper, but nobody is able to decipher their language He fights for our rights He is no Luddite…… Business is up in arms against the man. ask him his price he should not rise it will be to the detriment of profit rules, sacrament Politicians lambast him He blocks progress of the nation … Continue reading Life goes on ….
rise in power misconstrued as a right over another person’s life, dignity marks ominous start of fall Ronovan Writes
I fervently pray for time to stop, but know that it will not. The part of me I leave behind will be forgotten by those I care about today. It will claim its space in the subconscious – netherlands of existence – that is where it is destined to remain. I was naïve to see … Continue reading Parting shots
I have been perched here on the roof for long, but I’m not immortal. I see life unfold around me every day, as people go about their business – in an anaesthetized, unthinking and inconsiderate manner. The urgency of their goals injects fear in me. I have this recurring dream – the world will perish … Continue reading Anaesthetized
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