It was a night to remember, much more than a campfire in the countryside. Our friend’s father had ensured a full-on traditional celebration for her birthday party. I don’t know how banned drugs made an appearance, and soon the party was going from whacky to wild to uncontrollable. And then, the unspeakable crime happened. The … Continue reading Night of horror
“Haven’t we done this before?” The look in her eyes was defiant. “What? Driving me round the bend?” “Why doesn’t the message go through your thick head that you cannot dominate or manipulate me?” “Is that the way you talk to your father?” “Well… you know better.” His entire life floated in front of his … Continue reading Going back
It was their first performance, and life would never be the same again. She did the Power Pose, Bhramari Pranayam (yogic method to clarify thought) and a quick reverse reading to forget all that had gone by, before she delivered her best on stage. It was not easy to forget all that she had left … Continue reading Forward Movement
Her autobiography is being published long after the star is dead. Somehow, she could not muster the courage to expose her wounds to the world. Celebrityhood imposes certain expectations - of always looking flawless, born privileged and made of stardust. She was made of blazing sun rays, not stardust. The fire had burnt non-stop to … Continue reading Selling pain
There is a peculiar Indian term "wheatish complexion" used for medium skin tones. This poem is about a father's hopes for his bright daughter, who does not rank high on the 'light skin' scales. Her smiles lovelier than flowers in full bloom brighten my day more than the sun her almond eyes twinkle with mirth, … Continue reading Medium
strength dissipates- asemotional maps capturemind territoryI'll rule the world once againIt will be another day.... https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/08/25/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-192-themeprompt/
believe me or not every cat has her day Everyday…. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/08/25/photo-challenge-329/
life pulls back-transitioning toimposed waysof livingain't easy - the core of mehas not changed - just this 😦 https://amanpan.com/2020/08/24/eugis-weekly-prompt-transition-august-24-2020/
Denying his hollowness he looks for people who engage with inane stuff say ‘you’re great’. Failing to find a purpose in life he averts eyes from real inner problems. He loves worlds Which echo escapism “Bumming around, eh? Wish I was in your place…” https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/24/quadrille-110-shall-we-bum-around-a-bit/
The strangest thing happened today. My shadow walked away from me. It was shocking to say the least, but a deeper introspection revealed that we were perhaps tiring of each other. Sameness is not always a virtue. It tried to keep me entertained by changing size and shape, but was yearning for a separate identity. … Continue reading My Shadow
