the tree with a thorny, black fruit looms largeand it was only yesterday she sowed the seedher backyard is a botanical labwhere she plants good and evil Evilgrows at a faster paceas it finds a footholdin neural pathways of brainsand keeps repeating itselfin loops and more loopsin circular narrativeswhere every thoughthits the same boundaryand bounces … Continue reading Caricatures
UNESCO declares Kozhikode (erstwhile Calicut) in Kerala, India, as a literary city. The city commemorates its writers by installing their busts on public squares. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ the essence of a writercompressed into stonesaved for posterityHail the City of Literaturea cultural situation I wonder how the travelogue writerJohn Gunther of Indiaprocesses facts in stoneI can sense his … Continue reading Kozhikode – the City of Literature
the walls were stunnedto see the roof fall silentand the ground movingunder patriarchal feet My grandmotherrecently widowedspoke…“I was never happy with him.”-thirteen days of ritualsnot yet overbut a truth spokenamidst the encomiumsbeing showered by mournerson the one that migrated the daughters-in-law contradicted“He always supported her.”In conflicts with other women?Yes, he stood by his wife…but imposed … Continue reading Death of a Patriarch
blessings dropa miracle reveals itselflight in darknessI walk closeto redeem pain and thenThe light moves-it is not finalneither the end of lifenor troubles nor pain It just guides meto hitherto unseen pathswhich just mightlead meto a miracle-or maybe not What Do You See #284
The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me. Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands. My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life. The stoic … Continue reading Fragility Haunts
“When did we speak to each other last?”Her question was a reminder ofUnspoken grudges, silent warsEmpty words to pull daily routines “Why did I not think of this before?”“I don’t blame you. It happens…When we live in different worldsshare a home, but not a goalPriorities go helter-skeltera blame culture grows…” He walked to the door, … Continue reading Scraps
leave me alone with raw,enchanted poemsnot even the poet can come between us-my interpretation-my conversation let the words fly at meloaded with meaningtargeting my invisible subconsciousdevelop languagesaddress my parched soul leave me alone with booksaged paper cannotcome between me and outdated ideasI will infuse new lifemake them whole again Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
dream merchants sell productsa starved, enchanted audiencegrabs the first morsel of hopeor last shortcut to destinations accountability unfixed-it saves the seller’s skindiversity of goals unwindsuniform application of rules The game goes onunchecked, ungoverned-markets thrive-unfettered growth Quadrille #221
I read instruction manuals only when I encounter problems operating a device. However, I still find the internet a better place to find solutions since other users have shared similar issues and how they have overcome them. After quitting the job, I jumped into a Technical Writing course, only to keep myself busy. It was … Continue reading Instruction Manual
discarded thoughtsfloat on waveshit hard rocksand transform themselves dress in a shellto look differentfocus inwardemerge like a pearl non-interferingnon-imposingadding lustreto fertile minds dropping from mouthslike reluctant wordswith copyrightsnot fully ownedbut held tight MTB - Open to question
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