Indira’s take on Exploration Challenge #107
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #107
PROMPT #107
A mix of both
We got back in touch after decades – a bunch of cousins who had shared some delightful vacations. It is a Whatsapp group, adorned by a pic of our grandparents. We named it “Sepia Tints to Ammonia Prints”, to symbolize a movement from past to future. It feels worthwhile to see achievements being shared, along … Continue reading A mix of both
Storytelling
You know my name, not my story. Do I really need to know? Not unless you don’t tarnish my name. There is a story behind every name. It is up to you, how you project it to the world. If you don’t tell your story, somebody else will. https://athling2001.wordpress.com/2019/09/30/jsw-prompt-9-30-2019/
Acceptance of truth
“Criticising others will make you unwanted everywhere”, said my dying wife. “I always knew you hated me. But you did nothing to mend your ways.” I couldn’t control my outburst even in that critical situation. “You do not own anybody’s life, action or thoughts. Let them live in their own way, and face their Karma.” … Continue reading Acceptance of truth
Dementia
sun stops in its track puzzled by surrounding clouds -to set or retrace? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/10/09/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-october-9th-2019-dementia/
The Critic
greying temples sagging skin erect posture walking tall disapproving glance at a teenager passing by -hands gesturing in rejection of roadside ware curled up nose, frown on the brow -turning back to look for something he can criticise, once again… a lifetime of achievement watered down on the bylanes of life searching … Continue reading The Critic
My fervent prayers
My fervent prayers …. at kittysverses
The favours that,
The generations long gone by,
And generation prior to ours,
Bestowed upon us,
Is magnanimous,
Is unimaginable,
It’s purely due to their sacrifice,
We are able to thrive,
They, who endured pain,
So that we lead a life of comfort,
Our parents, grandparents, and the generations long gone and forgotten,
I hope,
We would this for our kids and the generations to come,
And they remember us with pride,
And gratitude in their heart,
Oops,
I’m straying from my revered forefathers’s teaching,
That to work selflessly and expect nothing in return,
And here I am,
Excepting gratitude in return,
While my forefathers sacrificed effortlessly,
With a smile on their face, and happiness in their heart,
The path they laid,
How much ever I try to pay back,
Is unbridgeable,
I can only hope I could do a quarter of what they did,
To the generations that succeed…
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Blankness
it's fascinatingblankness of infinitysky challenges meto enter it - to explore,encompass the hollowness https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/10/08/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-148-synonymsonly/ https://onewomansquest.org/2019/10/07/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-67-sky/
Living with Insanity
I’m talking to you. In a moment, I’m not…. You are not there. I see you being transformed into a familiar, but horrific being – eyes bulging out, a disconnected expression, hands moving aimlessly in the air, clenched teeth and a desire to kill. I survive the night, live in hope of a better future, … Continue reading Living with Insanity
Transgression
The security checks are stringent, yet I put up with it to reach that building. I don’t know a soul there, but the windows it opens to other worlds are refreshing. Bodies become insignificant, as the vastness of the universe engulfs. I hope now to transgress my smallness someday. (279 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/08/twittering-tales-157-8-october-2019/
