This is inspired by a Hindi poem, written by Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) here, for Reena's Exploration Challenge #70 perspectives draw me into a convoluted logic I see you in mirrors, not prisms in a lab your crowning glory clouds my existence but I see you glow in fading sunlight brilliance of your countenance blinds … Continue reading Submerged
She was born with a talent to sketch. Her businessman father often joked, “Your artist grandpa’s creative genes bypassed me to reach you. Your children will probably get into business – like me.” “Dad, I’ll make sure they get creative. It is a challenge I accept.” They would guffaw loudly, as they moved to the … Continue reading Inheritance
I knew it in that first meeting, when you gave all the right bytes a young girl wants to hear. And I happened to be heiress to a fortune. Your furrowed brows told me the truth, a mature woman understands. (40 words)
blind loyalty efficient compliance I look with awe at manufactured perfection remain an outlier
'Closed off' - by V J Knutson
“Well, I think it’s funny. It cannot be sheer coincidence that ……” His sentence was abruptly cut short by his half-brother, Billy…. “You never made an effort to decipher synchronicity. Universal energy flows in certain directions, and it can create magic.” “Magic, indeed! He did not kick the stool, but managed to kill himself.” “Read … Continue reading Who?
“Don’t look for me, because you won’t find me.” Dylan almost wanted to put the letter down, and call the police, but then, he stopped to read on. “Thanks for all the support! You are the colonnade that enveloped my existence, helped me stay afloat, but also separated me from the skies I dream of … Continue reading A sky to fly
minutiae of your presence in my space grow every minute threatening to explode I can’t take it any more…. the new moon will grow in size but tonight it marks the prelude of a separation in its pregnant darkness Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
A Patchwork Soul ….. by Michael
There was little point he told himself in pretending otherwise.
He was, who he was, and all the denial in the world was never going to change that.
Accepting himself was his biggest life task. He wanted to be someone, then again who doesn’t? Wanted to stand out, play test cricket, write the ultimate novel, be a leader of men and women, love and grow through the experiences he came face to face with.
It was easy to dream, his whole life in many ways was lived in a fantasy world, where he imagined he was one thing or another. He became a life actor turning his hand to whatever circumstance he felt were needed to advance himself, he learned to play the game, he went places, and he did get noticed.
But all the while he craved to find out who he really was. Success was fleeting, he found…
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It feels like an eerie shot from a paranormal movie. I stand back, and watch myself. I see myself working in the much-desired state of Flow. The theme occurred to me in a split second, and then, a force took over. I do not know what is driving me, but I keep clicking the mouse, … Continue reading Self Control
