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Strategic
hollowness of empty pockets dressed to kill explorers blocking entry to the truth hazy backdrops help Photo Challenge #227 at MLMM
Crickets forgot to sing
I am thrown into a frenzy with nature prompts for haikus and haibuns, owing to a shameful disconnect with nature. The fact that I live in a tropical climate (where seasonal sensibilities are different) does not help much. This also reminds me of the natural disasters we have faced this year, due to heavy rainfall … Continue reading Crickets forgot to sing
Loopholes
“The ‘No Entry’ sign should have been on the door, not so far apart.” “Does it make a difference?” “Yes. People will always find a way in from the side, by using influence or paying a small bribe.” “Is that a comment on the socio-political environment?” “I happen to be a practitioner of law. And … Continue reading Loopholes
Aki Chikashi
dwindling vision blocks sight of seasonal change aki chikashi Haikai Challenge #47
Scare
Villages on the country’s border were on a high security alert. One could see window panes and skylights covered with a black cloth or paper, to prevent light from passing through in the night. Blackouts were ordained, to mitigate the risk of enemy bombing. Television and internet were blocked to prevent give-away signals of a … Continue reading Scare
Agony of being Me
“Well… you are different” is an oft-repeated phrase I have heard since childhood. I did not bother about the truth in the statement. But I did think what was ‘different’ that was visible to them, but not me. And what did I read in those statements? Ridicule I do not belong. And all those … Continue reading Agony of being Me
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 50
A take on pleasures of captivity ….
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 50
Tough challenge this time.
Freedom is when you are not compelled to laugh or applaud the silly joke told by the powerful or successful or…people or your boss.
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A Fortune Teller is sitting with his caged parrot, waiting for the people to come and know their fate.
Whenever someone comes he opens the door, parrot comes out, selects a card, gives it to him and goes inside the cage.
Even if the door is open it never tries to fly away, whats more it closes it itself.
Was it for food, security or it has become habituated to living alone, loving the captivity.
Freedom is dangerous and risky perhaps all pets think. Bondage has its own comfort, security, and convenience once you become accustomed to it.
happy in their shackles
of caste, creed, and community
people never try to break away
as fortune tellers parrot
of caste, creed, and community
people never try to break away
as fortune tellers parrot
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Freedom
Post-truth Era
Derelict souls abandoned in arid deserts Excellence hides its face in shame Rivers of greed flowing through Excess of abundance on one hand- and Languishing morals, guilty somnambulism Internal violence, disbelief of post truth times, Collective suspension of conscience Trampling on the last remnants of authenticity Weekend Writing Prompt #Week 68
