“The guy lacks basic manners. He extended his hand. I’d like people to maintain their distance.” “In good old days, we shook hands and sometimes even hugged each other.” “Blasphemy!” She was shocked, and stomped her feet as she walked to her bedroom. Thankfully, shoes were taken off at the doorstep. I don’t blame her, … Continue reading Emojis back then…
Was that a knock? Visitors are not expected under the circumstances. Security guards would not let them in. The cops posted outside would have them thrown in quarantine anyway. Dreams dare not enter my rituals of waking and sleeping hours. The lines get blurred. There is no certainty about the future. I woke up in … Continue reading Sanity Redefined
Welcome to another week of a cloistered existence! I do miss the fresh air, other than whatever can be inhaled in the balcony, but I don't feel lonely. Online and telephonic contact has increased, and creativity is bolstered by new situations and stories I hear about. There is television for updates, but tailored, partisan news … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #132
“This has to be done, because everybody in the family does it, and I can’t stand out like a sore thumb.” “I’m not compelled to worship your gods.” “Is that your final decision?” “Yes, and I’m leaving, because the nothingness horrifies me. There is no individual I can interact with, just constructed shadows of the … Continue reading Constructed shadows
“Go ahead, if that is your final decision.” “So you are not joining us?” “No. Time will tell how much are they underwater, and how much above it. I think I already know it.” https://only100words.xyz/2020/04/23/three-line-tales-week-221/
Here is a tanka prose in response to https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/04/21/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-174-photoprompt/ alabaster skin as smooth as I remember slips from my fingers she walks away – don’t know where but gone, never to return….. Mom said the beauty of character lay in steadfastness. Dad was progressive, believed in going with the wind, being flexible and jumping on … Continue reading I cannot
Reena Saxena on that fateful day you came never to go away you live now in memory temples thru’ all highs n lows Angel Soul! Broken leg and ribs but always so whole… love measured in oceans lighted within us lamps of devotion https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/21/poetics-companions/
legends are made of stardust which slipped my fingers into ether high, high … up there till it did not belong to me it drills a hole to remind what I could have been it generates resentment, envy I wrap it up in admiration, applause - without putting hands together so that the … Continue reading Stardust
wistfully I stare at her pretty form disappearing in the mist all that was missed all that could have been all that I had to leave to stay rooted where I am yet I tremble with fear at the thought that she might turn back and take away the future that yet … Continue reading Yet…
I understand people grow out of relationships. What I cannot come to terms with is my prized range of designer footwear has become obsolete. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/04/18/weekend-writing-prompt-153-obsolete/
