Somebody rushes in with a form to be filled as my mother’s body is wheeled into a mortuary, “What was the cause of death?” I am quick to respond, “Organ failure.” Having heard countless harrowing tales of organ trade and the exploitation of the deceased for financial gain, the issue hits close to home. The … Continue reading The Body Machine
I generated a few AI images on the prompt theme. Original couplet naqsh faryaadii hai kis kii shoKHii-i tahriir kaakaaGhazii hai pairahan har paikar-e tasviir kaa Translation by Anisur Rehman Whose crafty creation am I; the image implores –Every image stands enrobed – but in paper robes RXC #361
life played in marginswhile I scripted the futurebittersweet battles W3 Prompt #141 Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
The soil spread the message for survival, “Only those who follow the rules of the game will survive.” A fear psychosis grips some as they struggle to find the colour of their roots. Attired in different shades of light, some trees know it’s only an illusion for powers that be that they are on the … Continue reading Underground
eyesprotectdelicatewings - my strength to flyday and night shades spiked with yellowhopeful, dark secrets of ephemeral existence Poetics - Art in Nature
always in controlstrong sight in uncertain flightsshe rides all currents Photo Challenge #549
I hear the whispers from a moonlit terrace party but cannot fathom what they are discussing. Young and old all dance the night out to welcome the New Year. I change the calendar but do not foresee changed schedules and a hidden agenda. They have imposed new rules, but everyone is silent about the lurking … Continue reading Burning Haibun
We were in an odd moment of silence, not knowing what to say. The sun was about to set, and the dark shadows of night clouded the horizon. “Does your brother smoke and drink?” “I’m not sure. I’ve not seen him do it at home,” I stuttered at the unexpected nature of the question. There … Continue reading Legacy
I admire the fluidity of your shape, angles of your existence and myriad nuances of your beauty. It happened only when we stood apart- unmerged from each other. Weekend Writing Prompt #397
