Silent Potential

I spend some nights on the terrace, and keep looking up at the sky. The less-than-full moon holds a promise of achieving its potential someday. It goes through endless cycles from nothingness to fullness. I see a message for humanity – that a roller coaster ride is unavoidable, through various stages of life and beyond … Continue reading Silent Potential

Sunset Years

The book I am reading does not interest me, and I decide to put it back on the shelf. Another problem stares at me. I do not know which other book to pick. They have all lost value. I need to shed something to breathe easy. But what should I shed? Trees shed leaves, but … Continue reading Sunset Years

A Strange Animal

I am not the one with all the words but writing prompts do give a kickstart to whatever I choose to call creativity.   Mind is a strange animal insatiable eager to tear apart thoughts to fit in inbuilt compartments only to seek release again.   (44 words)

Yearnings

It is incredibly peaceful, but lonely out here. There was a purpose to my life, and a purpose to my death. But now what? I always knew that I would reach here someday. Yet, something pulls me back to the people I love. I am not sure if I expressed myself fully. Does my wife … Continue reading Yearnings