Sania’s indignation is visible more in her red eyes and tight fists, rather than in her broken words, “I did not expect this from you.” “You expected me to keep giving without taking care of my own needs first,” Anju’s response is cold. “For years, I gave in to the wishes of the family, and … Continue reading Whose game is it?
How was life in the temple?She asks wistfullyAll fragrances, bells, candlesand deep devotion… he replies She looks at her wilted formand exclaims … I adorned a lifeless bodygathered tears and prayersand nothing more… the third one steps out of a pageantI decorated a beauty queen, she saysBut believe me, guys, if you mayIt’s all the … Continue reading Back to the soil
Ahh! SolitudeWhat would I be without you?a raving, ranting machinetired of lifeexhausted from chores you make me what I amwith space to reflect and refinemindset, approach and attitudeleisure is not what I needIt’s you … solitude Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Solitude
Whoever put the flowers there did not know he would define a turn in a life story. I woke up late after ringing in a birthday and rushed to work without peeping in the backyard. The sender of the flowers took offence at not receiving a timely response, and I lost a job opportunity. He … Continue reading Incidentally…
“Whenever you call but receive no response, think of the negativity or indifference you sent their way. It is caught in subliminal spaces between the neural pathways in the receiver’s brain and decides to act up when your name is called. Don’t complain when you pride yourself on being Super Star of the Malicious Show … Continue reading The Rant
warm promise cocoonedin shades of yellow and rustspring sunsets aglow 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 24
liberation from a cagewe once called homea view from the topreveals incarcerated turmoildrowned sensibilitiesnow rise to the surface the world looks at us differentlyas we deep diveto make sense ofaltered reflections Photo Challenge #505
they rise at inopportune momentsto spoil a party, destabilize bondsthrow life into disarrayeverything feels incomplete, imperfectsuddenly revealed lacunaethreaten to engulf contentmentachievement, sacrament emotions in deep slumberrising from subconsciousholding grudgesdestroys all that you builtover decades Quadrille #196
When I need to express myself in short posts, I do it here on this site – in the form of flash fiction and poetry. I like the community engagement here, and it keeps bringing me back. Another one on WordPress is Empowered Women, which has been abandoned for some time. I chastise myself for … Continue reading Why/How/Where do I blog?
“I wonder how they interpret data on the internet of the mind, translate it into images, weave a new story and make me feel as if I’m living it out.” “Which tool are you mentioning?” “An inbuilt mechanism we all have had since times immemorial, long before the advent of technology. It is the power … Continue reading Disclaimer on Dreams
