“I own a walnut-shaped pink contraption, which serves as my personal spaceship. It takes me to unknown lands to explore virgin landscapes, and paint my own pictures.” “Can I see it?” “No. I keep it protected in a bony case.” “I insist on seeing it.” It might shock you to see your own talking, walking … Continue reading The Escape Artist
those green shoots of hope emerging from parched soil nature’s awesomeness eggs delivering life I bow with gratitude do we ever know the source of our sustenance hydrating showers? true love rains incessantly to help retain sanity Persistence of earth in drawing nutrition from deep, unseen sources cracking up in the process motherhood … Continue reading Gratitude
My six-year old nephew looked pretty upset on the last visit to my brother’s house. “What’s up, Charlie?” “I need to talk to you. Come to my room.” He walked away in a huff. I looked askance at my brother, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Let me answer. He wanted to buy a … Continue reading Shopping on credit
“This is the skeleton of a reptile excavated by archaelogists,” explained the zoology teacher, “the mystery that remains unresolved is the functions of its odd-shaped mouth.” “A mouth is used to catch the prey, clean, sense the way ahead, bite or eat,” opined a Smart Alec student, “reptiles are not known to ruminate.” “Power of … Continue reading Power of Speech
Sakharam was not allowed to park his bicycle in the porch outside the office, or the parking lot. That space was meant for the shiny cars of executives. So, he found a space on the backside of the office to park his wheels. It was not very convenient. Sakharam would run at least six errands … Continue reading WHEELS
Youth applauds the ingenuity of the sculptor. The artist has outdone himself in capturing the complexities of the world. How are brilliant careers and filthy fortunes built? The world looks for the pull from the top, or the jack – the propeller from the bottom. Networks keep your system functioning, and oil your wheels with … Continue reading Hollowness
Helena thought her eye-protection glasses were not right. The cloud of smoke was assuming a human form. She was terrified to hear a vaguely familiar voice in close proximity, “Help me. It has been eight years.” “Eight years since what?” “He said that New Moons signify hope, not darkness. But, ninety-six New Moons have been … Continue reading The Rare New Moon
The grey skies were lit with a multitude of colors in a violent outburst. It was not the rainbow that Dennis had seen in books. His pet badger had dug out an amulet from the ground, which was emitting a strange light and sound. The menacing Dennis stepped behind like a coward. Writespiration #129
A caged free spirit wanting to break out of the sombre colors of imposed social portraits which call my ’self’ a lady. Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #59 by Elsie Hagley
The blistering heat locks me in with myself, and creativity The barren campus remains a mute witness to clandestine love. The householder sighs at the mounting power consumption Lucknowi chikan the romance of white sheets classic style rules. Healthy lemonade sprinkled with a little salt hydrates bodies. News induces guilt the poor die of sunstrokes … Continue reading Indian Summers
