Is he the real Santa? I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red. Does this guy wear a mask, or that one? How do I celebrate, when Belief is Dead? I do not see the sleigh, and I do not see red. I have grown up now, and write my … Continue reading The Busy Santa
Words: | SENSE | FIGHT | FREE | VOICE | CHOOSE | The untiring fight the battle for a free voice Does it make sense to you? It is a chosen life embrace unending strife. Written for Secretkeeper's Weekly Writing Challenge #68 https://secretkeeper.net/2016/12/19/weekly-writing-challenge-68/ Coverpic source: godvillegame.com
Staying upright standing for a cause being myself letting my expressions divulge disapproval was pure folly. The world was flabbergasted. They had not seen transparency and candor of this order. Blinded by truth, and fearing Doomsday they screamed ‘Murder’. The few who understood chose silence It was the safest bet for a peaceful … Continue reading Penance
You strangle me every night And yet, I breathe to survive and love you a little more….. I will wake up some day to stop breathing And start living. The world will miss you thereafter. Written for Daily Picture Prompt 5 https://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/09/daily-picture-prompt-5/
Another attempt at Haibun (Prose Poetry coupled with a haiku) Did you say I am getting hyper about nothing? Have you ever seen the map of India? I see my country going up in smoke, and where is the top? Who is conspiring to hive it off? This country has seen the Partition, and … Continue reading Posterity
If the clouds float away The pond will go dry And here is the windmill Romancing the sky. The pond will go dry Rains turning into a dream. Romancing the sky Deserting the stream. Rains turning into a dream Leaving prosperity behind Deserting the stream Using power of the wind. Written for … Continue reading Deserted
The uninterrupted flow of the river of thoughts, unguarded and uncontrolled, lands me again in unfamiliar terrains, to create and weave strange webs in the mind. Is this fantasy? A life lived aeons ago? repeated to connect past with present and rehash, recycle to recreate the future. The time machine rolls on. Why … Continue reading Manipulating Time
When was the last time a human walked on it? The untrimmed grass And the desolate look desperate to kiss a visitor’s feet, as she moved up towards an unknown end. The stairs intimidated. Written for the Poetry Challenge #3 https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2016/12/03/poetry-challenge3-steps-pantoum-poetry/
Just take the first step The chains are made of dark smoke. The embers died ages ago while you slept feet heavy with inertia and eyes blinded by illusion that you are cared for. Revolution and rotation around its own axis are simultaneous. What kept you tied down while the earth moved? … Continue reading Shackles
My first attempt at Haibun - a prose poem coupled with a haiku. Trillions of miles away from you, I wonder how the minds connect. En-route, the vibrations penetrate wind, water, mountains and trees. We ride on the same wavelength for a fraction of an hour. And then disconnect, to lead our lives in unconnected … Continue reading Across Space and Time
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