“Schooling is imposition of a thought pattern, hence, nobody can claim to be an original”, thundered the guru, “Success lies in choosing the best teacher.” “Is there something called a school of the self?”, arose a meek, soft voice in the audience. “Where is the origin of the self? You have been created from a … Continue reading School of the Self
No fear will drive me away, portender of dark, black news! To barren lands, fly away where no mother will grieve! My child lies lifeless there what more can you say? Death! Photo Challenge #177
It is strange to see shadows on my existence light up your world When did we mentally part ways and accept rewritten roles? Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge #47
“This really fascinates me.” “What? People staying away from work?” “No. It is the only time good people wait for the dark shadows to appear.” (140 characters)
School provides the foundation of knowledge, as well as unconditional joy. We, the Girl Guides and Boy Scouts were on a picnic in the summer vacation. One of the activities was a cooking competition. Tiny pots and other material was provided, and we had to create our own stoves with bricks and firewood. Nine pots … Continue reading Picnic Pranks
Once again outspokenness eclipsing performance sycophancy overrules capability Shadorma - Inspiration available at Daily Word Prompt #188 Image: knowledgenow.com
underground growth springs beautiful miracles the wonder of roots Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #3 Pic: bactophile.info
get out of shells feel the heat outside coasting is uncool Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Poetry #Prompt #Challenge #143
The jester accidentally dropped his mask, during the performance, and Molly froze in terror. A counsellor had told her, “The sounds in your head have risen to a level, where you can’t hear the fusion. We call it ‘white noise’.” The noise was turning black, as it got spiked with hatred. Life was no longer … Continue reading White Noise
I saw the barren branches touching the monument, of what once used to be lush, green foliage. The moss depicted years of neglect and non-maintenance. It was an isolated place. I remembered reading somewhere, about the place becoming a hideout for criminals. I thought of the books that I wanted to write, the intellectual legacy … Continue reading Mortality
