Zephyr

I find myself torn between the addiction to writing prompts, and a desire to focus on larger projects. I experience a partial writers’ block, which is perhaps a reflection of the internal conflict. Then, come these words like a zephyr - Writer’s block has nothing to do with creativity. Writing is about courage, about sitting … Continue reading Zephyr

Be Not Vain

Prompt Death does not scare me. I am prepared for it anytime, any moment. But …. I wish it is not painful. I wish that a long-drawn illness does not strip my family of all resources. I wish that I do not meet the people I’ve hated on the other end. Death, allow me to … Continue reading Be Not Vain

Sonography

The silence between us used to be highly communicative, loaded with sideways glances thrown at each other. We took pride in our ability to decipher the silent space. It was never a vacuum. Somehow, today the silence seemed eerie. It appeared that you had run out of both emotions and words. Averting eyes was just … Continue reading Sonography

Creativity blocked

  I wonder why the writing prompts do not speak to me.  Do we not speak the same language, or share the same platform any more? Where do these blocks arrive from? I draw on experience and memory to pull out a few emaciated words and expressions, but I pity their sordid state. They have … Continue reading Creativity blocked