a chemical high blurring of the real world in other words, love SoCS
A State of Being
Out There
Celebrating the different ....
Till eternity
Weirdness explored ….
my
love
for her
is unique
she was never mine
but even after losing her
I continue to
be hers to
the end
of
time
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 23
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 23
Welcome to Week 23 Eclipses are not new to the world. But there is something unique about each one of them. Most of them appear to occur once in 100-150 years. The universe follows its own schedule, and it might be slower or faster than our earthly systems. But it sells, when it is touted … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 23
Cynical Thought
I am a cynic leave me alone I am absolutely fine. Experience is taking the shocks and knocks. I know the threshold where positivity falls. I have traversed the long and spiral road from Hope to Expectation to Stonewalls. I couldn’t care less about crossing lines The other side of which is not … Continue reading Cynical Thought
Sati
The reference is the now extinct 'Sati' system, where a widow was burned on the funeral pyre along with her dead husband. The dead women were glorified and had temples built as their memorials. the bell that chimes echoes my screams from the funeral pyre where I was burnt alive inheritance issues a … Continue reading Sati
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A MATTER OF TIME
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Let me start by telling you a story, if you please. But before that let me begin with a Biblical aphorism: You reap what you sow.”
He heard some rumblings from the back and looked towards the last bench.
Pin drop silence followed. Years of teaching MBA aspirants had enabled Keshav Chandran, the senior most Verbal Faculty at ‘Coaching Time’ to appropriate this moment for himself. His every single movement and action following this was choreographed right down to down to a T. Like a master conductor in charge of the largest symphony in the world, he played to hilt all the instruments at his command. And so began the slow languorous moon walk around his enclosure, the small space around the student seating area that was his own personal fiefdom, his own private space from where he lorded over his…
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Ranting along
The shadow of the building gets bigger, as my existence lies scattered on the grass. The brilliant species of Homo Sapiens has not been able to invent a man-made material for construction. They cannot comprehend my speechlessness, nor empathize with my pain. I am unable to tell them, that it will hit them hard in … Continue reading Ranting along
Dissolution
Dissipation of concrete reality into intangible imagery is a writer’s forte. As the borderline between the real and unreal gets thinner, I question the validity of whatever I come across. My beliefs are in a permanent state of transformation. I meditate and find myself dissolving into ethereal forms. It scares me a little. Will I … Continue reading Dissolution
Manacles
manacles bind some valued relationships which lend needed warmth ferret out space to grow prevent collective decay Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #69
