Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138

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Michael’s take on Exploration Challenge #138

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“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are players. They have their entries and exits” famously said Shakespeare.
Shakespeare got it all wrong. Life is what we choose, and everything else is just existence.
 
 The suggestion that life is pre-determined is always up for debate.
We do have choice.
What we choose can be to our benefit or not.
I made choices in life that seemed a good idea at the time but in hindsight was it because I was seeking an easy route through life as I sought security?
The choices I made I tried to make the best of and fortunately for me I found I enjoyed them after a while.
Working in the public sector, exposing yourself to the whims of so many when you are basically a shy and retiring person is daunting to say the least.
There’s a part of…

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The Show Must Go On

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The show must go on …… by VJ Knutson

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Waiting in the wings
absent an audience
what play will unfold
when the next curtain rises –
and who will hold centre stage?

(A tanka for Reena’s Exploration challenge in which she references Shakespeare’s:  “All the world’s a stage….”.  Image my own.)

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Cooking in the time of Corona

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A refreshingly different piece by Usha 🙂

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Drive away cooking blues, add a dash of imaginary zing, there is no way out, no restaurants, no takeaways or any other such savior.

The Whistle blew, loud and piercing, not once, but 2, 3, 4 times…..” Is anybody listening, I have alerted, now let my voice die down”.

The Pressure Cooker sizzled,” I am all hot and cooked, I need to vent!”. The Pan, sitting close by coughed,” I can feel temperatures rising, I am sick and shivering with all the bubbling. Distance yourself, you hot Cooker, your steamy droplets are getting to me”.

The Chimney laughed wickedly,” fanning is my job and looks like I am doing it perfectly”.  Pril, the cleaning liquid, offered kindly, “Cooker and Pan, pour me in and gargle me out”. “I am ready for a rinse with you”, Clear Water gurgled,” else be quarantined in the attic above”.

” Aren’t we in the…

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Stories rewritten

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kaleidoscopic instincts pull in different directions roulettes keep rolling till the needle  stops at something called Destiny stories rewritten Life goes on …. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/06/06/weekend-writing-prompt-160-kaleidoscope/

क़िरदार से हम हैं

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we are characters in a story
where fate lines don’t intersect

I hope you will alter lifescapes for us
to be locked in together, you refuse to connect

Give me a reason, a space to live
my life needs a new architect

You hold court, but I’m not let in
No claims to your throne, eager to be a subject

If love is a gift from the universe
Why am I embarrassed, circumspect?

Read the original poem by hecblogger on this link..

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नहीं मिलती हैं तक़दीरें हमारी तुम्हारीं
किसी कहानी के क़िरदार से हम हैं

इल्तिज़ा है बदल दो क़िस्मत हमारी
तुम्हारी मर्ज़ी में गिरफ़्तार से हम हैं

तुम्हीं बक्शों कोई नई वजह जीने की
खुद अपनी हालत से बेज़ार से हम हैं

तुम ही बुलाते नहीं महफ़िल में हमें
कब से आने को बैठे तैयार से हम हैं

जब है इश्क़ खुदा की नेमत अमित
फिर न जाने क्यों शर्मसार से हम हैं

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Bias blinds and binds

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“Is the American story reminiscent of India against Corruption movement?” “No. India against Corruption was an inorganic, planted idea, hence it fizzled out. It comes closer to the subversion of a particular community and their acts of rebellion.” “The perception of justice may differ, but the ground reality remains the same. The people do not … Continue reading Bias blinds and binds

Creative fractions

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“There is no formula for creativity, so how do I measure or assess?” “Think again ….. can saplings of creativity emerge without passion in the soil? Birth takes place in blood and chaos, but the life that emerges is cleansed and stain free, so you don’t see the churning behind it. Mathematics is the result … Continue reading Creative fractions

Unseen, unheard

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islands unto themselves, denizens safe in constructed bunkers… palaces with dirty windows disconnected from the whole   I try hard to peep, to penetrate Walls are thick, guards desensitised It’s a battle to be seen or heard faceless crowds, voices of the soul https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/05/first-line-friday-june-5th-2020/

Unlearn

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“Do you hear the people sing?” I need to find my feet, unlearn a lot … said the puppet who just fell off a string https://only100words.xyz/2020/06/04/three-line-tales-week-227/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/05/first-line-friday-june-5th-2020/

Writer’s perception

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mornings are not good any more, as I read stories moonlight wrote in my backyard last night they spilt in my dreams, I could not string the beads they adorn my neck, but it does not look right accessories threaten to become outfit I cast them away, just to feel right and light Do I … Continue reading Writer’s perception