lone person’s existence survival a common interest links us up to others bonding in myriad ways norming, storming, forming and then creating families on the go trauma of separation lies ahead Weekly Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge 101
cruelty sports dark, arid patches on parched souls starved of empathy moisturization by tears and emotions Colleen's Weeky #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge 89
The pictures of the robotic rover looked different. Was Opportunity captured by aliens? Was a dust storm raised on the Red Planet to cover the surgical strike? What or who has taken its place? I looked guilty, as I recalled a face I dumped there on my first-ever mission. She had sprouted technology, instead of … Continue reading Dumped
Mughal miniatures, demon faces, architectural models, eggheads on pillows – he had innovated in every egg he sculpted. “Dad, why is it lying outside in the grass?” “This is a step beyond 3D. I await deposits from nature, before I paint a chicken head popping out of the piece.” (275 characters) Twittering Tales #89
Sneaking here in the night had gotten easier, what with business going global, and people working round the clock. He was smart enough to know that data was his goldmine, while others went hunting for mansions and diamonds. He would’ve access to every luxury in the course of time, just like the access cards he … Continue reading Nightmare
The house was being auctioned. All efforts by banks and debt management agencies to get the owners out of red had failed. There was a hushed silence on accusations about siphoning of funds by the owner from various public channels. The matter was still sub-judice. One of the bidders was an ex-employee in the owner’s … Continue reading Invincibility
cycle of karma espoused by many understood by none startings and endings being fuzzy lines cycle of wealth flashes glimpses to many changes hands with few but always goes back to the same place cycle of life imprint on consciousness fading into unseen oblivions Quadrille #59
He had looked forward to this homecoming for long. The years of toil, loneliness and being in a foreign land were interesting, but not exactly exciting. Scenes from the past, present and possible future flashed through his mind, as he saw the changing colors on the vase. One could see grey clouds, blue ice, muddy … Continue reading Changing Colors
bits and pieces fabric of trust torn apart trapped in barbed wires of role play unable to fuse with the mainstream struggling to breathe in air thick with deceit Weekly Writing Prompt #146
journey of life brawn of thoughts pervades the world pain or bliss follow Ronovan Writes
