“How does the world look like from there?” “It looks like a grander version of an architect’s model of a township.” “Thank the Lord for creating the world. You are but a tiny speck in the universe.” “Oh, Philosopher …. we are big and resourceful enough to have wi-fi connectivity up here. I bow to … Continue reading Up there
LinkedIn has hosted a writing challenge on its fifteenth anniversary, and here is a reproduction of my take. #WhenIwas15 I thought the world was a fair place, and the best person always wins ‘Best’ at what yet remains a mystery, as overt and covert parameters always differ. #WhenIwas15 I was given a framework for success … Continue reading #WhenIwas15
PAIN weakens resistance violence and hunger being stripped of dignity perpetuates slavery “Apathy, sores and scars that hurt” Saturday Mix at MLMM
unlettered beings read letters from nature while we ignore obvious signals so lost are we in alphabet on the keyboard maybe non-humans knew emojis long before we invented those #SoCS
A crowd gathered near the shore in the old port town. Women have always been punished for crossing the line. Eve took a bite of the apple. Sita crossed the line drawn by one man, to be kidnapped by another. The crimes against women have increased since, and the victim blamed. I tried to escape … Continue reading On the other side of the line
Welcome to Week 35! What does this quote inspire in you, or remind you of? It could be a personal situation like the crimes committed by a family member. It could be a political, business or corporate situation. It could be a social or environmental issue, that you feel strongly about. In short, it … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 35
emerge from darkness slither up new environs serpentine moves to mark deceptive windows some minds engineer a venomous existence Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
Peace is what I seek from outside Me You rebel and resent being framed to help Me Decastich Challenge
What happens when a metaphor is negative? I have taken brickbats, and think that I can defend my own interest, only by wreaking havoc on the world. The spirit of revenge and destruction defines me. The metaphor that I give myself, and how others see me can well be different. I may discover an angel … Continue reading Spin
“Who am I to forgive, if there is no right or wrong? It was the other’s life and circumstances on one side, and mine on another. The clash was incidental.” “What am I fighting for, if there is nothing to preserve? The world will take its own course anyway, after I perish.” “What am I … Continue reading Portals
