Grateful for my age

“Alzheimers?” “No. Can you guess my age?” The speech was unexpected clear, and the manner was sharp. The boy was all of fourteen years, suffering from progeria. I did not know, if I could call him young or old. Realization struck, that we have a lot to be grateful for in life. (275 characters)   … Continue reading Grateful for my age

Beliefs

Will I? Won’t I? Will they? Won’t they? My battle with beliefs continues as they struggle to find place in my psyche. It is a battle of wills, a battle of control, a power game played to the hilt. I know I have to live with a few, but I exercise my choice of replacing … Continue reading Beliefs

Escapades

I am on a wheelchair. I see my hand shaking with Parkinson’s, and thank my stars for escaping Alzheimer’s. Escapes have been a large part of my creative outpourings. I loved the idea of finding other worlds, and the children lapped it up with glee. My stories moved from fantasy tales for kids, to the … Continue reading Escapades

Rocking the World

Once upon a time ideas and strength rocked the world   I watch the swag and fleeting glory of rock stars today with mild amusement sprinkled with a little disdain.   Concepts change values outlive themselves the world’s a stage where hollowness is having its day. (44 words)   Quadrille #45

Cracks

over and above all the broken surfaces just glued together   is heavy shine trying to conceal underlying cracks   ignored foolishly left unattended, when raw hurt lies within   look deep when you ache reverberations of pain speak of differences   Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #176

A ‘Personal’ Business

“Selling artefacts from India will give a high profit margin. The business projections are positive.” “It is a new product line. The key lies in creating an interest in India.” “Sumati Roy is an Indian award-winning writer, who stays downtown. Check with her if she is willing to be a brand ambassador for your project.” … Continue reading A ‘Personal’ Business

The ‘Real’ Me

I feel real as it is the only reality I know. A wild theory suggests that we are living in a simulation. Will that change the manner in which we act or react? If we are indeed there, the simulation is a reality for the participants, and an experience for a viewer. A coach tells … Continue reading The ‘Real’ Me

Creeps

The circular frames on his living room wall, with a stone-studded circumference and pretty butterflies inside had always attracted attention. He had got them from Rio de Janeiro. “Are they replicas?” “They are real, but not alive.” He saw some people visibly cringe, imagining the ghastly crime of encasing dead butterflies, however beautiful they looked. … Continue reading Creeps