I don’t remember ever seeing a phone booth on this road. Is it real? I can confirm it from Google …. But…. Where is my phone? I kept it in the pocket on the right. Noooo… my coat is a different color. I peep into the glass of the booth door to check my face, … Continue reading Destinations
The award-winning author shared this throwback pic, during his acceptance speech. “This is where I started my creative journey. Imagination starts with fairy tales, and is partially destroyed when verification attempts fail. The rest of life is about balancing these two aspects.” (279 characters) Twittering Tale #114
I claim to be you but only as I see you I cannot get in shape-shifting crevices of your unique mindset I claim to be God rewrite your destiny which you may not want I love to project myself as one living in your skin I claim empathy a much-maligned concept and find a place … Continue reading Reconstruction
The disappearing tail-lights of a car, scar my psyche forever. I think about Sita, who was sent to the forest by her husband, the revered Lord Ram, because a stranger cast aspersion on her purity. She found support in a writer’s abode, who immortalized her life, in the epic he wrote – Ramayana. I think … Continue reading Blank pages
imagination is at the root of all art it can transform junk renew perspectives – yet, the reverse is not true Photo Challenge #242
lazily scanning contact lists on different fora -holiday well spent who would I like to wish and who can be dispensed with? responses measure warmth of all relationships I forgive a few maybe they are occupied - it just shows my love for them perhaps holidays are created to take stock to discard all junk … Continue reading Re-assessment
Challenge Poem after the sun departs and we are greeted by constellations or what we could see past the rising light of the city The elitists of the day go home A time of opportunities has gone down with the day But what would the night bring us? The start of a new journey and … Continue reading Goliaths of the Dark
I see your fair face peeping from yellowed pages of the drawing book you once treasured so much- to draw blue mountains in summer winter mountains call we scale through autumnal peaks not sure we’ll make it let us feel the warmth of love once again – before we leave my unstable hands flick through … Continue reading Fuyu No Yama- Winter Mountains
The large scale of migration is unexpected, especially the ageing population. Several houses have been sold, and others up for sale, at attractive prices. It is a property dealer’s paradise, and a huge gamble at the same time. My risks are covered though. I insist that the life insurance policies they hold be charged to … Continue reading Migration
I read the same phrase for the umpteenth time “…once broken can be mended, but the crack is always there.” I’m using all my sewing skills to cover up the tear, but not sure if the frayed fabric of the relationship can be sustained. We’ve suffered the blues for long, and are now in the … Continue reading I hope
