A new life awaits entry into a turbulent world, being taken away from bliss -- by the waiting bus Three Line Tales #Week 136
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A new life awaits entry into a turbulent world, being taken away from bliss -- by the waiting bus Three Line Tales #Week 136
“Can we paint the balcony in a different color?” I felt suffocated by the sight of similar-looking boxes. “I grew up in a commune, where individualism was not permitted” Shucks …. that was my grandmom again, laying down laws which nobody liked. I gave Dad a pensive look, “For how many days are we going … Continue reading Communism Returns
What is happening in the background? Whose voices are those which stop you? let disapproving monsters go Pandora let loose evils but managed to lock one Hopelessness – observe how hope still rules the whole world Joy! Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge #112
My son asked for the moon today. I couldn’t reprimand the love of my life for placing impossible demands. And I couldn’t get the moon either. Lightning struck, in the form of a mythological tale I had heard in childhood. And I got the moon for him – in the mirror. I just had to … Continue reading Moon
With that, she walked into the rain and never looked back. How could she? A piece of art created with sugar could not have survived the intense fury of the rains. Nor could the roller skates which carried her take her to a safe place. The child who rolled her into the rains was happy … Continue reading Sugar Fairy
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Who and what is Now?

I stopped in my tracks, on seeing this very intriguing picture. I’m sharing it will all of you as a prompt for this week.

It raised a lot of metaphysical questions. I wonder if there could be a light-hearted response to this, such as
As long as Later does not arrive….. And if Later is late, Now gets an extension, and escapes being pushed over the ledge, like it happened to Then. It is a path of no return. But one never knows what really happened in that valley. People just superimpose their own stories on Then.
But again, is this really light humor? I leave it open to you.
As usual, create whatever you can – a story, poem, anecdote, memory, picture …. Yes, a good picture that illustrates the point is also welcome.
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Intense ….

I feel uneasy today. I hope it is a passing phase. But the prompt I chose reflects it. Let it remain on record like a journal.
There is one picture and two quotes. Choose any one, or choose all three, and create whatever you can. I would like to see a simplification – in the form of a story, poem, anecdote, memory, picture …. Yes, a good picture that illustrates the point is also welcome.

Funny how they only see the flames, not the body inside.
Is there a body inside? Am I real, have I once been real or is this just a memory of some of being, planted inside this body which exists – or not – depending on the day? The hour? The moment of being?
My soul shivers. A wadded up ball of soul, tossed aside. Nothing.
There is no more pain. No…
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There is a stranger on the door, early in the morning. It looks like he needs help, but his appearance is disturbing. We have heard umpteen blood-curdling stories about people on the other side of the border. It is said that citizens or soldiers who cross the border line have never returned alive. My Mom … Continue reading Not too sure