A patriarch lies therebludgeoned to death by a clubin the shape of a woman bystanders frozen in shockrecall interactions-foresee a dark future Is it a fearor a nightmare that will dissolveat dawn? A shadow steps out of homeIs that a womanhowling? petals in garlandsturn to flameslong-held concepts on fireturning to ashesbefore the incinerator shrieks.Freedom at … Continue reading Liberation
“This is not disrespect for the institution, its past history or credibility”. The audience listened with bated breath. “The platform gains or loses sanctity with the speaker’s intent, and the platform has been defiled by someone’s act.” “You are making a grave allegation, son! And such words need to be backed up with sufficient and … Continue reading Sanctity
I bought a repository of thoughts-to internalisemake me wise-I fingered pages with loveburnt eyesight at midnightand yet… The wise refused to speakwith my unsteady voice-dedication discarded-devotion ignoredborrowed words jumped backinto trembling amber flames I burnt the libraryto light up my soul-nurture usurped thoughtsto blend with my own-patch up broken piecesemerge as a whole I cast … Continue reading I bought a library
imprints of fragilityyet – not so fragileephemeral beautycaptured for eternity inked on my wristare moments unlivedto complete a storyof shadows and light,of silence that speaksand echoes that fade. What Do You See #340
Down, down, down…Will I stumble upon a dreamscape,an Atlantis imagined by Ayn Rand,or descend into the deepest hellI reserve for my enemies? I land on a portal—SecondLife.com—a world once banned for tearing bonds apart.Here, estates are bought with clicks,avatars parade in haute couture,and strangers weave fragile tiesin pixelated masquerades. But is such an invention neededwhen … Continue reading Down, down, down
“You are lucky to get an opportunity to serve God’s representative”, howled the rapacious animal. The jungle bowed in obeisance and offered him food and a cave. They set fire to the cave and called it an act of God. The privilege of surrender was his. Weekend Writing Prompt #467
The first time is always special—and yet, you don’t know it, you don’t feel it in your bones.It slips in, innocuous,that “Yes” you uttered for peace, for decorum… and you begin to fall into oblivion,where your only voice is the echo of that Yes. A warning rises: “They are out for you. Stand together, for … Continue reading Mindless Yes
Welcome back! PROMPT #429 The genre chosen for this week is FANTASY. Situation: You are doom-scrolling late in the night, and you reach somewhere you'd never expected to be. There is no restriction on the length of the piece. There is no last date unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. We … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #429
When two fundamentalist powers fight, blame each other for the same crime, who will you support? The side that supports my interest. You have been indoctrinated about your interest and that you need protection; actually you don’t. The voice wavered for a moment, “But yet, I can foresee who will rule the future.” And that, … Continue reading The End of Analytical Thought
She almost falls asleep to that soothing voice in meditation videos. Focus on what’s happening in your body. Imagine a golden light surrounding you as you rise above. Centre your consciousness on that white dot in your head. If this doesn’t help, what is the secret of peace? Choose your blinds carefully. The picture outside … Continue reading Illusions
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