A Long Way Down

A long way down …… by Jim Adams

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Reena is offering us a situation this week where, “You go down in a lift that doesn’t stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see?”  This made me think about ‘Hell in a Bucket’ the Grateful Dead song from their 1987 In the Dark twelfth studio album that is sung by Weir and was written by Bob Weir, John Barlow and Brent Mydland.  The album reached #6 on The Billboard 200 due to the popularity of ‘Touch of Grey’ which peaked at # 9 on the Billboard Hot 100 and eventually this album went Platinum.  ‘Touch of Grey’ was the first Grateful Dead song to have an accompanying music video.  The song ‘Hell in a Bucket’ got to #3 on Mainstream Rock Tracks chart and it also reached #3 on the Hot 100.  The video was directed by the longtime Dead Family videographer Len Dell’amico who…

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Levels

Levels ….. by Susi Bocks

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going deep within
we will see ourselves clearly
monsters and angels

If you’ve not seen the movie above, I highly recommend it. I will tell you it’s disturbing but hits on so many points of humanity. Well-worth watching.

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My comfort place

My comfort place …… by Happy Soul

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Reena’s Exploration challenge, this week is a situation:

You go down in a lift that doesn’t stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see?

This is my ideal go-to place when I need a break. The room is quiet and spacious with fresh air circulating and is naturally lit. The wide Picture windows shows the beauty of my lush green backyard! There’s a well cushioned cot by the side, cozy enough for a comfortable nap.

Elegant n high oak bookshelves add to the aesthetics of my room and the shelves have all my TBR books neatly arranged. Some splash of green here and there too. A few antheriums, palm plants and not to miss a succulent on my desk. My journal and laptop is neatly placed on this desk. My pen (it’s a vintage) is tucked on the cover of my journal. I can hear songs…

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge

The Bag Lady’s take on Exploration Challenge #160

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All the while facing front as most do in an elevator, Joe was starting to shift his weight from one foot to the other. It was crowded and he was starting to feel claustrophobic. People on every side seemed too close. He could hear them breathing and some were whispering to each other. He heard a chuckle from someone ahead of him, wondered if they were laughing at him. He had always been larger than any of his classmates and as an adult, his weight continued to increase. He was never comfortable in small spaces because of his bulk.

As Joe tried to calm himself, the thought preyed on his mind he was taking up too much space in this box. He was sure they were all thinking, this guy’s too big, he should have waited for a less crowded lift. In reality, Joe had recently lost about two…

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Reena’s Exploration is # 160

Sadje’s take on Exploration Challenge #160

Sadje's avatarKeep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Welcome back!

PROMPT #160

I give you a situation this week.

You go down in a lift that doesn’t stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see?

The piece you generate can be fiction, poetry, essay, art, photographs or anything else that your creativity brings forth.

Write a post on your blog, and copy-paste the link in Comments. In case you are using a pingback, do check back to see if it has worked.

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Down and down it went

The numbers decreased

And then the light went out

Suddenly it stopped and landed with a loud thud

I felt as if every bone in my body was jarred

The door opened with a whoosh

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I expected pitch darkness but was instead

Greeted with blinding light and loud music

Where was I, I wondered aloud…

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #160

Welcome back! PROMPT #160 I give you a situation this week. You go down in a lift that doesn't stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see? The piece you generate can be fiction, poetry, essay, art, photographs or anything else that your creativity brings forth. Write a post on your blog, … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #160

पढ़वा देना उनको

English translation here – Original Hindi poem below
MY WILL

let her read inscriptions on my heart
my epitaph will speak, not accuse

one more admirer goes on the block
let her gloat on headlines in news

she will come, but a little too late
waiting eyes still open, will give all clues

I hope my emotions find destinations
unopened letters want reader’s reviews

If a few breaths are still hanging
let her read love letters – bemused

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हाल-ए-दिल तमाम पढ़वा देना उनको
मेरी कतबा-ए-मज़ार पढ़वा देना उनको

हुआ फ़ना एक और आशिक़ उनका
सुर्ख़ी-ए-अखबार पढ़वा देना उनको

बहुत देर कर दी आने में उन्होंने
खुली आँखों में इंतज़ार पढ़वा देना उनको

पा जाएँ मंज़िल अपनी जज़्बात मेरे
अनखुले ख़त हज़ार पढ़वा देना उनको

गर बचीं हो कुछ साँसें “अमित” अभी
मेरा पैग़ाम-ए-इज़हार पढ़वा देना उनको

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 159

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Let the stories perish

so many stories reverberate, images shift, giving different perspectives I struggle to find the right frame for each- and then, the final one coffins are limiting -maybe a book -maybe a culture -maybe an institution but trends are so short-lived... human memories are subjective -they change form with situations and experience I will let the … Continue reading Let the stories perish

Bubble

I walk inhaling the morning fragrance through a mask, after a long time.  A child sprints past me, blowing bubbles from a glass. She is not wearing a mask. Somehow, I wish she had stopped to smile at me, or exchange some childish banter. I look back, but she has not noticed my presence. Maybe … Continue reading Bubble