Piecemeal approach

“The survivors of the victim have been adequately compensated for. One dependent will be given a job in the organization. We salute the spirit of Late Mr. Pramod Khosla, who sacrificed his life to save many others from the gas leak in the plant,” the HR leader rambled on. “Have adequate measures been taken to … Continue reading Piecemeal approach

Borrowed moulds

Hope and fear are two ways of looking at the future. The mindset separates dreams from nightmares. The future is an unknown commodity, and I’m free to superimpose a picture on it. There is a strong chance that I will achieve what I look at. There is an equally strong chance that I am in … Continue reading Borrowed moulds

A choice made

Hypothesis lends value to conclusions Roads not taken shape future destinations Stories of the other side are but imagination I define – on different planes of existence if it a rocky path or missed constellations   Poetics at dVerse Image credit: poemhunter.com

Explanations

She is known to have lit up the sky, on this side of the Arabian Sea, and set afloat several yachts with merrymaking and music.  And it doesn’t always have to be a New Year’s Eve. People beg and manipulate to be on the coveted invitation lists. It builds up their profile. It is no … Continue reading Explanations

Processed

“I’ve spent several mornings looking at the embedded figurines, trying to locate a pattern. Often, I fantasize about what they will have to say, if they came to life – to me and to each other. Was this pattern created or just superimposed on them? Did they live full, independent lives, or just enacted predetermined … Continue reading Processed

Transitions galore

I refuse to be pulled back in time. Let them uncoil history, and interpret it in the manner they like. Let them paint me in black or white. I will charge ahead and take life head on. Maybe, they won’t recognize me as I change colors and disappear at high speed. transitions galore tell me … Continue reading Transitions galore

Loaded silence

Let them hear their voices echo against the walls, on a chilled night. Let it induce terror in their cruel hearts, and freeze their dirty hands. I have vowed to remain silent today. The robbers are in. I will play back the sounds tomorrow, when my people return. (261 characters)   Twittering Tales #117