Least Common Multiple

“The character of the main protagonist is my story is not developing further. I need to create a few more to lend credence to his actions.” “Are you in sync with your characters?” “Not really… this is an unusual writers’ block. It is created by having too many options.” “Like what?” “Like a single thought … Continue reading Least Common Multiple

Where does the artist go?

“How could I have imagined what was going on in that pretty head of hers?”, he was distraught by the separation. “Imagination takes you everywhere. Add the sleight of an artist’s hand to it.” “And create (un)reality, which the object you fancy cannot live up to. It adds up to the same thing-disappointment.”   Three … Continue reading Where does the artist go?

Wild

untamed desires hail from innermost sanctum sanctorums, are labelled wild as minds shackled in structures fail to look inward.   fear grips the unschooled as depths of human nature emerge closer to gods or devils anything but what we label human   Tuesday Poetics at dVerse

Deja Vu

The place had a distinct déjà vu feel to it. The green foliage was missing, and the flowing stream of water replaced by blue specks. The plane crash had left him stranded, and the only option was to wait for rescue. He suddenly recalled that painting. It had made him rich overnight. He hoped that … Continue reading Deja Vu

Seashore Palms

“The good life I once had floated away. Its remnants on the shore won’t let me start a new life. The salinity of experience does not allow.” Elaine was refusing an offer to set up an offshore branch of a large business firm. She was brilliant and well-qualified, but broken by vicissitudes of life. “Plants … Continue reading Seashore Palms

Journeys

I travel on pre-planned rail maps adventure growing up is fun peaks and mountains beckon I chart my own path fluffy clouds race in opposite directions grind is harder I float on clouds heady trips on metal wings finally there   but wait, space beckons beyond planets and skies lure of the unknown   Heeding … Continue reading Journeys

Blades

“Putting in extra effort is a sign of weakness … like those serrated blades in the fan. Those are not needed to cut through air.” “You never know. The air is thick with conspiracy and there is no temperature control.” “ wonder what all it cuts ….” “Cuts? Icy indifference and combustible temperaments can damage … Continue reading Blades