Beliefs

Will I? Won’t I? Will they? Won’t they? My battle with beliefs continues as they struggle to find place in my psyche. It is a battle of wills, a battle of control, a power game played to the hilt. I know I have to live with a few, but I exercise my choice of replacing … Continue reading Beliefs

Rocking the World

Once upon a time ideas and strength rocked the world   I watch the swag and fleeting glory of rock stars today with mild amusement sprinkled with a little disdain.   Concepts change values outlive themselves the world’s a stage where hollowness is having its day. (44 words)   Quadrille #45

Cracks

over and above all the broken surfaces just glued together   is heavy shine trying to conceal underlying cracks   ignored foolishly left unattended, when raw hurt lies within   look deep when you ache reverberations of pain speak of differences   Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #176

The ‘Real’ Me

I feel real as it is the only reality I know. A wild theory suggests that we are living in a simulation. Will that change the manner in which we act or react? If we are indeed there, the simulation is a reality for the participants, and an experience for a viewer. A coach tells … Continue reading The ‘Real’ Me

Emotional Intelligence

breathing is unrhythmic, heavy I notice my clenched fists Am I feeling helpless now? rage seething within.   This can also be termed as 'silhouette poetry', where a scenario/mental state is described without actually naming it.     Saturday Mix- Lucky Dip, 18 November, 2017

Reborn

I am born again every moment of life seasons come and go     Word prompt With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man’s knead, And then of the Last Harvest sow’d the Seed: Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read. © Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald) … Continue reading Reborn

Wheels

Why are giant clocks placed on the top of towering structures? I see time overseeing us, laughing silently as it watches us scramble through life trying to manage it, and yet, be governed by the movement of its hands. eternity so often misconstrued as finite We impose the finite nature of our lives on time, … Continue reading Wheels