“The truck ran over you….” “I’m still alive.” “There’s a magic wand somewhere around you. There’s someone who listens and protects you." “Are you talking about a previous lifetime?” “I don’t think it makes sense. Dismantle the blocks and put them together all over again.” “I will never complete this novel. This is the fourth … Continue reading Creativity blocks
No. Not the dead person’s ghost but one who lives among us living a ghost’s life.
I have noticed their presence in society.
As far as politicians are concerned, their miseries, poverty, pain, and their plight, everything is invisible till the elections come.
They live like ghosts. No one bothers about them till they are needed by vested interests.
Then I have seen some ghosts, in homes, society, parties where no one notices them, no one hears what they have to say till their services. are needed.
Photo by Gratisography on Pexels.com change crosses my path every day imperceptibly slow -sometimes I stop and evaluate how far have I come careening change sweeps me to other planes leaves me gasping for breath wondering If I’m still alive… Change mocks I don’t change impact on you changes https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/01/closing-in-on-the-end-of-2021/
My mother talks non-stop at the dining table. The stories she recounts ad nauseam can start from the 1950s. I’ve heard different versions of the same incident umpteen times, and know how people and stories change inside one’s head. I look around a little more and find this to be a widespread disease with people … Continue reading Forward movement
It’s the same room. The table fan and bookshelf are replaced by contemporary versions. The bookshelf is a wall-unit in W shape with few lightweight books and three soft toys. “Who reads anyway?” My uncle says sheepishly. Yet, vellichor makes me feel my late grandfather’s presence there. (48 words) https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/10/30/weekend-writing-prompt-233-vellichor/