It does not excite me any more-getting drenched in the rainsailing paper boatsrescuing a puppydespite soiled clothes I’m not blessed any moreclouds warnthunder threatensthe sky hums different tunesI cannot touch my childhoodexcept in old albums Quadrille #256
The diversity of opinions across the world, in describing an owl is baffling. The West sees it as a symbol of wisdom and associates it with Greek Goddess Athena. Indians have strangely made is a carrier of the Goddess of Wealth. It speaks of wealth entering households in the dark, allegedly by unethical means. It … Continue reading Owls
Exploring guilt, judgment, and the echoes of the past, this reflective piece questions the nature of crime, revenge, and invisibility in human connections. Through vivid metaphors of jungle peace, echo chambers, and unseen struggles, it examines how voices of the past shape suspicion of the future and the silent battles within the self.
The path is smooth; yet we stopfrown with a sideways glanceI don't want to say it, but you knowthe bugbear is the past frown with a sideways glanceWhat lies in the mistthe bugbear is the pastI can't shed it; I feel low What lies in the mistThe path is smooth; yet we stopI can't shed … Continue reading The BugBear
The Ice AgesEarth’s slow breathingPerhaps it was a designPerhaps, it was undecided then, something happened-A gasp-A hot touchsomething fierysinged its lungshumans got ambitiousIn their quest to controlwhat they did not createthey needed the leverageto reach the sky and stars The Earth is not on a ventilator-As yetand humans celebratesmall victoriesAfter Moon and Marsthey eye other … Continue reading On a ventilator? Good Lord, No….
Home was where they all knew my nameI was loved for what I was – nothing to dowith my past history or probable future“She has potential”, they lovingly saidmy father smiled, Mom shed a tear of joy Competition was intense within those wallslarge windows offered no view or reprieveeach grade mattered like the last breathnot … Continue reading Five spaces to love and hate
Welcome back! PROMPT #448 The theme for today's prompt is ECHO I'm giving you a few sentences to fire your imagination. These are completely optional. The echo that lingers longer than the voice itself. The echo that bends truth into memory. Let the echo speak of what silence conceals. An echo is a ghost that … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #448
They gagged me because I held a microphone and had an audience. My meagre influence made them feel threatened. What are they trying to conceal? Why do they wish to hide me from the world like a dark secret? They don’t want to be overshadowed by someone who can think independently. They don’t want me … Continue reading Two sides of a gag
I hold my cup up to the skyA drink to quench impossible thirstIt pours in stories, on the sly Ambrosia meant for gods – but why?I wait for life on Earth to burstI hold my cup up to the sky A privilege divine, meant to denyinsights to denizens of EarthIt pours in stories, on the … Continue reading It’s only a longing
Ikigai is the cruellest document in history, being peddled as a self-improvement tool. What you love may not be what you are good at, or what the world needs. What you can be paid for is an entirely different ballgame. The profession or vocation has nothing to do with passion or mission. It is simply … Continue reading Ikigai
