My childhood was spent wondering who lives behind those monstrous facades. Was it a driver, or a gunner or a silent controller? I would wake up in the middle of the night, when the facades started speaking to me. My son does not waste time. He just jumps on to the other side, and operates … Continue reading It was my choice
The silence is unnerving. It is also something I’d always longed for, but never thought I would have. I see shadows emerging from the other end. They look like me, but are wedded to silence. Then, she appears- looking rather pale and ghostly, not the woman I loved and missed so much. I’m surprised at … Continue reading Silence
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Did she really want worship while living a suppressed life? wistfully she saw girls jumping around rising up to meet the sky scaling up dreams on the way How she’d have loved to be commonplace, ordinary with no expectations or conduct restrictions Alas! A life not meant to be the princess lies buried here for … Continue reading Forsaking the unknown
School Days …. by Len
A play in two acts:
aAct 1. William Edgeford-Hill. a.k.a. Billy Bananas.
Was that my morning alarm buzzer forcing me into wakefulness, no such luck, it was the sound of the recess bell summoning me to enter the hell they called recess. Maybe this time I could escape the devils clutches and grab twenty minutes of peace. I sighed, it was not to be, there he was right on cue, the devil followed by his minions, trotting over to greet me. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and braced for impact.
” Hey, Billy Bananas, where do you think you’re going.” hissed the devil as his right fist thundered into my left upper arm.
I grimaced, trying not…
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Rock and roll….by Aishwarya
There’s a well known and a true saying, “People come and go”. None is a constant here. No one is hand picked to be a part of life and no one can be held back. In everyone’s own sweet time and place, we get to be part of each other’s lives.
Our names, possessions accumulated, are just but an identity created here. It wasn’t conceived when we were born and in all probability will be forgotten when we leave.
If we were to appear in the same form would we be graciously accepted or fearfully ignored? The inevitable doors of death is a humble equaliser for us all. What we choose to do while we are here, is upon us, before the exit, timely or untimely. It isn’t then for us whine that we weren’t given a chance.
Ready to rock and roll albeit any expectations.
When sea waters turn,
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All the world’s a stage…. by Lady Lee
Life is like a play – we go through the stages of our lives. We have roles, child or adult, sister or brother, mother or father, student or employed, married or single, rich or poor, optimist or pessimist. We are social beings, living and acting according to the norms of our society, culture, groups and races. Our social relationships help define our sense of self. I know how important first impression makes and I can be socially judged in the blink of an eye. It’s very important to trust our instincts. We should listen and communicate, until we know someone’s depth.
Wanderlust .... by Deepa
Indira’s take on Exploration Challenge #138
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138
I wish life can be that simple
the world is a stage
and we are the mere players
then we can blame
the producer, director, writer
all in one in this case
with no responsibility
of our acts
as we are just puppets
where someone else is pulling
the strings
and sleep comfortably
but if it’s
my life my rules
then the whole responsibility lies on so
f our choices
our decisions
our action
our reactions
take the full credit and
exit
with full contentment
