the heart yearns for the
leisurely afternoons of
doing nothing but
thinking about how she tames
her naughty hair when she talks
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 28
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 28
The Slow Movement never really appealed to me. It effectively means being left behind. Why spend so much time on one activity, when I could do a lot more? It changed when I read a review of Joseph Pieper’s book – Leisure, the Basis of Culture. Perhaps, childhood memories are so vivid for we were … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 28
Turning back
Henrietta was his childhood friend. It had taken tremendous effort and time to organize a pre-wedding party for her and Vishwa on this island. Getting all the permissions, and transporting the party stuff to this place had been tedious. But the effort was called for. She had decided to marry a foreigner and move abroad … Continue reading Turning back
Musings – ‘Truth’
Pic : Self
…and sometimes
the truth rises from it’s grave,
sprouting
like a dead forgotten seed,
watered
by an unexpected divine rain,
and then
it doesn’t just stop there,
for it continues to bloom
into the brightness of the sun,
each petal
completing the untold story,
which for long
had needed to be told.
© vidursahdev 2018
Mediocrity
The new initiative was called Skill Development. The agencies were scouting around for mediocre students. The Prinicipal was aghast, “What do you propose to do with these good-for-nothings?” “Train them to create support systems.” “I don’t get it.” “Your best students will be lapped up by premiere educational institutions to be trained in leadership roles. … Continue reading Mediocrity
Pain
She woke up one fine morning, and the nagging pain had disappeared. It was a tremendous relief. It looked like the new medicine was indeed effective. The week ahead was busy. The physiotherapist called for an appointment, but she terminated the arrangement. The waist belts, hot water bottles, therapy magnets, herbal oils all had to … Continue reading Pain
Unceasing
"I have some great gossip to share." "I have no interest. It is about a world I left behind." "But they still talk about you." Three Line Tales #Week 111
Tale Weaver – #163 – Aging
This is not a story, just a collection of micropoems related to aging.
Voice of (In)sanity
“What do you think you can capture in the dark?’” “The deepest and darkest side of human nature….. a thief on the prowl to earn a living, the Tantric who deserted his family, hedonists enjoying nightlife, and tears shed when nobody’s watching them….. the tiny lights look like stars in the picture.” “That sounds deranged.“ … Continue reading Voice of (In)sanity
Romanticism
mysticism of love invites conjecture interpretations day and night blend in pink twilight zones red sun awaits morn dopamine bleeds chemistry seems timeless hormones subside living in bubbles professing eternal love a needle ends it romanticism holds key to survival brings awakening Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
