Do they really sleep at night? Are they not haunted by the memory of their victims’ helplessness? Or do they reach a calm state after settling scores with an enemy, with the satisfaction of having dispensed justice? Each criminal is settling a score -- against poverty, injustice or the system that failed to educate him/her … Continue reading The Prison of Life
Cherita CYNICISM I am a cynic, leave me alone, I am absolutely fine. Experience is taking the shocks and knocks. I know the threshold where positivity falls. I couldn’t care less about crossing the lines. Why wage a battle for unwanted trophies? I have witnessed the atrophying of thought. Shadorma The Writers' … Continue reading Cherita and Shadorma
The stray puppies on the street sharing warmth and food are cuddled close by beggars. It is the hard life that makes them so soft inside. Inspired by Colleen's Weekly Poetry Tanka Challenge https://colleenchesebro.com/2017/04/11/colleens-weekly-poetry-challenge-28-hard-soft/ Pic: journeysandjournals.com
The insane rants of my mother really pull me down She needs to play, and dirty her hands to realize how difficult it is, to set up games and perform well to score a clear win against troublesome Little Brother. She never understands I need attention. Nonet inspired by Weekly Writing Prompt at Secretkeeper … Continue reading Inside the Baby Brain
Curious instincts make me spy lovely minds with mind-boggling accuracy, to reveal wonders of being human. Tanka inspired by RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challennge at https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2017/04/10/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-144-wonderspy/ Pic: newheavenonearth.wordpress.com
Rhythm of my existence disturbed by rise and fall of your floating thought patterns is stable when I’m alone. 28 inspired by Weekly Writing Prompt at Secretkeeper https://secretkeeper.net/2017/04/03/weekly-writing-prompt-83/ (5) Words: | THINK | RISE | RHYTHM | FLOAT| FALL | Image: jllrealreviews.com
I sadly reflected on the years gone by. I had found my Self, but it was too late to change the world. At the fag end of an earthly existence, the opportunities of transforming one’s own life, start appearing remote. In retrospect, I had always taken up for the underdog. I had always rebelled against … Continue reading Too late?
This piece is inspired by Mick Talbot's creations at https://mickhispoetry.wordpress.com/. Dedicated to the love of our life, Chappy Saxena. DIAMANTE POETRY - LOVE FOR A LIFETIME What did I see in you that night? When cruelty locked you in hungry, thirsty, scared and alone on the terrace, on a hot, balmy night You jumped off the terrace … Continue reading Diamante and Concrete Poems
HAIKU TANKA HAIBUN I laughed at the clown’s antics in the circus at one stage. Today, it makes me cry to think about the difficult lives they lead off stage. In childhood, I laughed when a friend slipped and fell. The thought of all slips in life, and the pain they caused, brings tears … Continue reading Emoticons #TankaTuesday
Her chagrin gave me immense satisfaction. Here was the mighty, authoritative matriarch, now struggling to have her way around people. She had always held others to her exacting standards, without a thought on their personal views. She had ruled with an iron hand, with full support from the husband and sons. The mother-in-law was now … Continue reading The Mother-In-Law
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