When you struggle to reach up there and findThe gods have turned their faces away,You know it was an error of judgment—to trust the vision from afar. Between the halo and the face lies shadow,a gulf of silence no prayer can cross.The smile you worshipped dissolvesinto the cold indifference of apathy. Yet from that fracture … Continue reading You know when …
A woman faces patriarchal judgment while caring for her terminally ill husband, challenging outdated gender roles and calling for change.
Who delights in daylight’s reflection— slipping from invisibility into oblivion? The chandelier gathers shadows, waiting for the hand that dares to touch its darkness. It glimmers with borrowed fire, lamps feeding its fragile glow from within. Yet the chandelier remembers— the one who measured despair along the trembling borderlines of light, to illuminate. Twilight is … Continue reading The Chandelier
The night calls out, wanting to take me in its fold. It holds dark secrets Patriarchy, injustice, un-blossomed buds, unfulfilled dreams, muffled voices Those voices warn me not to come in just to become another relic in a dark history glorified as culture. “Some of us lived in darkness, some saw the light but were … Continue reading Layered truths
Welcome back to changing seasons! Summer has hit us earlier than expected, and it is sultry, not a song. I like to think it has something to do with the heat generated on the world stage. But how does that matter? PROMPT #426 Here is a quote from Ayn Rand's lesser-known novel- We the Living. … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #426
Change the footwear if it is uncomfortable. It is a legacy. Shuffling feet won’t get you anywhere. Design your itinerary, make travel bookings, buy appropriate footwear and don’t let anything pull you back. But those are my roots. Then you are a tree, and trees are immobile. Six Sentence Stories
An impeccable profile-analytical at the core-liberal just enough to include others’ quotesto support your views… A closer look revealsfeet sunk in the depths of a wellwhere the frogs know no other language but their own They croak, they malign, they vilify, they demonisean outside voiceThey never know what the world is made of other than … Continue reading Frogs
A glass for you, a cup for me… I capture a moment for posterity, create evidence that you always lived amidst us, in our hearts, in my now fragile memory. But will you really care to know? Or is it only the counsellor? Shall we exchange the drinks? I know you prefer a hot snack … Continue reading What say you?
Bubbles are bound to burst someday. We driftinside their shimmer, mistaking the fragile glowfor life. The fault is never with love, but our illusionof permanence makes it seem sothe heartbreak when it dissolvesbrings us out of an intoxicated state. Can we imagine ourselves beyond,unbound, choosing freely,discovering the core once expectations fall away? This is where … Continue reading Bubbles
“Once upon a time, editors were human, and they liked to exercise control.” She wondered if the relic from ancient times on the creaking armchair was just nostalgic or lamenting the end of an era. He was holding a book with yellowed pages authored by him close to his heart. “Gramps, this is 2126. Algorithms … Continue reading Editors
