Crickets forgot to sing

I am thrown into a frenzy with nature prompts for haikus and haibuns, owing to a shameful disconnect with nature. The fact that I live in a tropical climate (where seasonal sensibilities are different) does not help much. This also reminds me of the natural disasters we have faced this year, due to heavy rainfall … Continue reading Crickets forgot to sing

Loopholes

“The ‘No Entry’ sign should have been on the door, not so far apart.” “Does it make a difference?” “Yes. People will always find a way in from the side, by using influence or paying a small bribe.” “Is that a comment on the socio-political environment?” “I happen to be a practitioner of law. And … Continue reading Loopholes

Scare

Villages on the country’s border were on a high security alert. One could see window panes and skylights covered with a black cloth or paper, to prevent light from passing through in the night. Blackouts were ordained, to mitigate the risk of enemy bombing. Television and internet were blocked to prevent give-away signals of a … Continue reading Scare

Agony of being Me

“Well… you are different” is an oft-repeated phrase I have heard since childhood. I did not bother about the truth in the statement. But I did think what was ‘different’ that was visible to them, but not me. And what did I read in those statements? Ridicule                    I do not belong. And all those … Continue reading Agony of being Me

Post-truth Era

Derelict souls abandoned in arid deserts Excellence hides its face in shame Rivers of greed flowing through Excess of abundance on one hand- and Languishing morals, guilty somnambulism Internal violence, disbelief of post truth times, Collective suspension of conscience Trampling on the last remnants of authenticity   Weekend Writing Prompt #Week 68

Semi-human

I sweat profusely in humidity of regrets hoping my dry soul escapes divine attention   whispering voices from the wilderness over-power a screaming conscience   I am surprised to see a fraternity joining my loneliness bereft of humanity   Semi-monstrous humans or semi-human monsters swamp the world as I run for cover   Saturday Mix … Continue reading Semi-human

Believe me

I don’t know why the Comet chose privacy, when it struck me. The media remained oblivious of change. I am transformed. I am blessed with supernatural powers. I can see and hear things other mortals cannot. They do not believe that I am going to outlive them. The idiots have locked me up in a … Continue reading Believe me