A life in the netherworld of the sky suspended between states of existence dreams celebrate me
Bipolar
Misfired
The lights were dim, and the voice soothing. “You are in a safe, peaceful and calm place. Let my words wash over you. What do you see?” “Cubes in translucent colors … similar to the Rubik cube. I can move it to get different numbers.” “Move it. What do you see now?” “Two…. Seven … … Continue reading Misfired
Circles and Curves
“Seventeen Smith died today. I’m not sure if I should mourn or celebrate. His life was so full of ups and downs.” “Just celebrate. Life in linear motion is such an unrealistic picture. Non-linear motion allows one to turn back, go round the bend and emerge fresh and ready for another game. The circles and … Continue reading Circles and Curves
Leftover Moments
"We have run out of refrigerator space. There are too many leftovers from the Xmas feast." "Give away what is good and can be consumed by others. Discard the inedible. Keep what you love and treasure, to be relished later." "Hmmm …let us do the same with our thoughts, emotions and memorable moments." "Yes… Cleanse, … Continue reading Leftover Moments
Happy New Year
Change is around the corner. Or so I, with many others would like to believe. Maybe, the First of January turns out to be just another day on a new calendar…. Neways, welcome the New Calendar! It inspires us to imagine and rewrite life new. Whatever is ignited within us stands a strong chance of … Continue reading Happy New Year
Magic of Dreams
dreamers inspired by magic of fairy tales or the other way? the mystery remains unveiled who came first, dreams or dreamers? Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #77
Borrowed Skin
I live in a skin which is not mine. It is neither borrowed nor stolen. It is imposed by expectations of others. I try my best to do justice to the role, but keep chaffing under the burden. I long to be myself, but the price to be paid for freedom could be high. I … Continue reading Borrowed Skin
Savoir-Faire
seasoned savoir faire trying the untried with airs of sophisticated judgement Colleen's Weekly Poetry Contest
Ticking Mind
“There is an old world charm about a guy who uses a pocket watch.” she smiled, looking into his eyes on their first date. “Yes”, he responded, “I inherited it from my industrialist grandfather.” It would be so easy to plant a tiny bomb there, raced her scheming, greedy mind. Twittering Tale #64
Fluidity of Thought
There were reports of people visiting an artist’s house and disappearing. Inspector Sherman stepped into the house gingerly, for investigations. The renowned artist, Shejin was an affable old man, who entertained the inspector with mulled wine. Sherman saw this fantabulous piece on the mantelpiece, and asked him about the significance. Shejin smiled, but his voice … Continue reading Fluidity of Thought
