I wish my shadow and I could be separate entities doing different things with the same spirit and intention growing a tree in the sky bringing clouds down to earth touching wispy rocks feeling the strength of roots beneath our feet in flowing water I wish my shadow and I could merge in light to … Continue reading My shadow and I
Fame, wealth power for justice love, intellect, creativity potency of the combination awe-inspiring, enviable genuine admiration enriching, adorning life Palace of my dreams dissolves in thin air as I wake up to another morning in the real world How life changes In a wink! (44 words) Quadrille #68
We are celebrating the festival of Diwali here, in this week. The prompt reminded me of the visits to my grandparents and home-cooked dishes in childhood. As my mother and aunts cooked, we engaged in making elaborate decorative patterns with colored sand, grains, salt or flowers outside the house. Innovation meant using a new material … Continue reading Then & Now
Remembrance hangs on the wall behind a garland In a dusty frame is a fond memory that lives only in my mind and will die with me is the honor I bestow on a sentiment now past its sell-by date Remembrance something that stirs me enough to transform the core and spurs me on to … Continue reading Renewal
One by one, the awards and certificates lose significance. Values move on to a different level. I am in search of that one new thing which can be framed to define my life. But then, I realize I need a hi-tech kaleidoscope of moving images. Photo frames are now a thing of the past. (280 … Continue reading Extinct
“That is an impressive string of degrees. How many years have you spent at the univ?” “Many. Learning fascinates me. If there is another life, I would like to be reborn here in the same campus.” “Are you a professor here?” “Not yet. I have to choose a line of specialization, that I would like … Continue reading Paralysing
Prompt In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears — a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on paper. And the ink which leaves a trace is memory. You are that tiny point and by your movement the world is ever re-created. Sri Nisargadatta, I Am … Continue reading Eternal Source
These are the cameras I stole a few years ago, but couldn’t sell for fear of being caught. Now, nobody would buy them anyway. I need to write off the loss. How do I hate these contraptions, for getting smaller in size! I work for a small teashop on the slope of the hills now, … Continue reading Just a bent of mind
She came like a palette of wild colors in the stark landscape of the village. The residents did not know much other than fishing, and buying necessities on their visit to the city markets. Rumors circulated that she is a heiress who has escaped from the confines of her mansion, after a personal tragedy, and … Continue reading The horizon changed
I changed the day I realized - people ensnared in a web are not struggling to come out but rule from within - people caught in whirlpools are not struggling to come out but pull others in - power intoxicates suspends fair judgement but creates hollows within - people who bat for you first dissolve … Continue reading I changed
