Not fiction, not my clone

I’m still wordlesswhirlwind speedsleads to whirl-cycloneand much more… six trillion milesis a light-yearI was not taughtto count beyond thatand I’m not sureif I’m within that rangeor without mooringsbeyond the span of gravity I feel a pullwith no strings attachednot a known face or namelimitations put me in shame I’ll write about it sometime.if time existsor … Continue reading Not fiction, not my clone

Anti-Satanic Vaccine

Imagine a transformative force, a vaccine against negativity, that could safeguard mental health, preserve integrity, and prevent harm to others. Let’s christen it the 'anti-Satanic Vaccine – Verses or Words '. The words would keep ringing in the thought process, extolling virtues of love, liberty and creativity. Under the influence of this vaccine, art would … Continue reading Anti-Satanic Vaccine

The waiting guest

The old woman kept repeating stories about the saddest parts of her life, cribbing, complaining and blaming. Gradually, people started avoiding her company. Happiness waited somewhere in the vicinity, begging for attention. Her infant grandson squealed with delight as her coffin was taken away. He had spotted the waiting guest. Weekend Writing Prompt #391