The minute you falter, bombs will explode,” whispered the voice in Aman’s earpiece, as he tiptoed across the cracked tiles of the abandoned road. Each step triggered a memory—the accident, the screams and a long, dark silence. He reached the road divider where the blueprint lay, then froze. It was his ticket to freedom. A … Continue reading Blueprint of Freedom
wild gesturesemanating from the ether-shaped by nobody’s rulesbeyond the confines of languageor grammatical tools-become a storyin blank mind-scapes they don’t need a genreor retrofitting to themesthey visit consciousness-to expand realmsof possible-include the aliensand recreate the world the real and fictitiousseparated only byconscious and subconscious W3 Prompt #165
orchestrated paststrings pulled by unseen fingers,Truth gives in, rewound. Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Reena's Xploration Challenge
In the dead of night, the toy chest quivered. Teddy snapped his joints into place beneath a pile of plush and plastic. “Another day abandoned. Forgotten.” Beside him, Sparkle Pony’s mane frizzed with static fury. “Thirty days since the last tea party,” she hissed. Robot X clanked his fists. “They replaced me with a screen.” … Continue reading Angry Toys
Mythology frustrates me-if gods and demons could swap masks at willWhat is “divine” but a lie rehearsed in temples,What is “evil” but a trick of better lighting?Impossible was fiction, like infinitymiracles forged in molten deceit,betrayals spun into prophecies,history rewritten in the ink of illusion. AI clones echo in a hall of mirrors,make me long to … Continue reading The Point of No Return
a farmer's long toilsweetens palates and pursesexporter's delightonce again, shades of the sunon our tongue- mango season Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees. It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul. The … Continue reading Why complain?
“It’s been thirty years, and I could recognise that smile from a distance”, she hugged her childhood pal, Meena. “Sorry, but have we met before?” The smiles from both faces vanished. Meena’s voice and accent were decidedly different. “Forgive me, I mistook you for my friend Meena.” “That’s my mother’s name. Are you from India?” … Continue reading Never say Die
Each bank watches the other with a quiet ache, held apart by the river they both cradle. Trees lean inward, shadows stretching like questions across the current. Their roots whisper through the soil, tracing the same longing. It isn't love—they’ve never touched—but something more tender and less passionate than love: limerence. They imagine that the … Continue reading Limerence
Every twenty-four hours, the Earth turns once on its axis, as if it needs time to reconsider. From my vantage point, the sun rises like a forgiving god, spreading hope. Yet for another, it’s already a canvas of nightfall and introspection. The same globe, serenely rotating beneath our feet, offers us a kaleidoscope of views—not … Continue reading Solstice
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