When did you get so engrossed in yourself your fears dominate every move you project insecurity on others expect them to feel the guilt which was never theirs? When did you let concealed hatred incinerate relationships while you pretend all is fine expect a miracle to restore confidence which you let disappear, deteriorate? … Continue reading SELF-OBSESSED
Does anybody know the age of the Sun? For how long has the fireball maintained its intensity? It’s not easy being an indispensable source of energy. It has to work even when the fire is not visible to the human eye. It lives, walks and delivers – in some other part of the world, but … Continue reading Sun God
The last book …. by VJ Knutson
What will be written
in the aftermath –
so much owing,
so little justification.
Upended anxiety –
regal anticipations
shattered by cancer –
yes, life is a teacher
No matter,
if we survive –
but where to go then
Earth’s riches exploited
Commitments crumbled –
confess we have Father issues
but it’s time to emerge,
step forward, take the lead
What follows contentment
battled, passive crosses borne,
paths with no clear direction,
doubt as ante?
Hubs are shattered –
we are spokes with no centre –
pray the last book written
is reconstructive.
(Inspired by a dream, and combined with the prompt from Reena’s Exploration: The Last Book on Planet Earth. Image from personal collection.)
my childhoodmemories live herebeneath fursnug comfortof hearts that loved meand still beat -a soul calls me https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/02/17/what-do-you-see-11/
I looked around for the trophies the eminent lawyer had won in his long, illustrious career, but there were none. “You do believe in displaying evidence, don’t you?” Being his childhood pal, I could take liberties others were afraid, or too much in awe of him to take. “Do you see those two books in … Continue reading Laws of Life
every line and curve un-smoothness peeping from a polished exterior tells a story it is a mind with peculiar neural pathways cross-connections fluid feelings that shaped it what makes the sculpture unique is the resistance it offered what made the sculptor sigh and say this is not how I visualised it it … Continue reading Sculpture
I did not mean to demean your puny existence or make you aware of your hollowness when I shared my thoughts which were too lofty for all that you’d seen and experienced so far but believe me the intent was only to share not knowing that people who could share mind space are extinct now … Continue reading I did not mean to demean
Nemophobic, not Me .... by Eugenia
“Pack your bags and don’t turn back when you cross the threshold.” “But why, Ted? I always thought we were friends.” “You will not understand what the word means.” “Well, if you hate me so much, have it your way….” Tears rolled down his cheeks after she left. He could never tell her that he … Continue reading A friend
It was a tough choice, but she had always done things differently. Rosy decided to join the army after her husband Herbert became a martyr to the country’s cause. She was welcomed, and her decision glorified to start with. Gradually, the grim reality of the situation set in. Tears rolled down her eyes as she … Continue reading Right Direction
