“Dad was out of business in 2021. His customers did not turn up to collect the painted signboards”. “I wonder how many of them survived the Second Wave”, said Gavin with a sigh. “I’m looking for the order book … just in case a customer turns up or his survivor.” “Survivor?” “Yeah … just like … Continue reading Taking charge
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Is it derisive or mocking?How does it come on?Is it camaraderie?Is it an attempt to build bonds?Did you smile too soonand looked like a moron? Time mattersalways…..more so when you laughat a joke,for a ballor someone’s fall Sensitivity, thy name is the right timeLet it hurt, or let it chime Poetics: Just for Laughs
A message not seen … an email not answered…. Finally, I’m blocked. I hate you for doing it. We might forgive each other someday when we know darkening days for you created new beginnings for me. the sun sets in Westrises in another Eastall battles in lifea matter of perspectivesomeone's loss; another's gain 24 Seasons … Continue reading Two sides of a coin
wheels rotatingaircraft spinstime to reflecton all that I leave behindchecking if the storieslay buried in gravesnobody to call my name-the city and Istrangers hereafter the plane flies againto a destinationlife will crashafter landing Quadrille at dVerse Photo Challenge #531
damp pagestouched by rain-soaked handstell a different storywhile the flame flickerssurprised by reflectionsunsureif it survived the stormand lived to tell a tale the key witness may failbut the altered scripttells mesomeone was hereto extinguish the flameuncomfortablewith the light, it shedson revealing paragraphs What Do You See #252
The North Star is called Dhruv Tara in Indian mythology. The story goes that the younger prince of a kingdom was admonished by his stepmother for going near the throne. Her infamous words – The highest seat is not for everyone. The Prince meditates hard to please the Lord and receives the following blessing: ‘Go … Continue reading North Star – Dhruv Tara
The grandfather clock stopped ticking. “Let’s replace this outdated clock with an electronic piece.” Someone breathed his last in an assisted home for senior citizens a few miles away. “We have to go. Dad’s no more.” The clock's face, worn yet resilient, mirrored his journey. As the pendulum swung, it whispered tales of joys and … Continue reading Time Span
When the world slumbers deep,the future beckonsasking for a form and shapeI know it will deceive, yet it isa relentless companionthat refuses to sleep. The clock ticks awayto an unknown eramocking my futile efforts,To make sense of past and futureInextricably stuck in the presentwhere I will always beas the state of beingredefines itselfand the futurefalls … Continue reading Where I Reside
The mirror mocks my vanity.showing dimensions I ignoredIt questions authenticitychanging reflections with the light What kind of input do I give?The mirror mocks my vanity,displaying a new perspectivetransforming what it did not make demands of credibilityfrom those who made me what I amThe mirror mocks my vanity,making dents in my confidence it takes an army … Continue reading Vanity
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