Pain Ineffable

Loneliness stems not from being alone, but not being understood. Am I ignored because my ‘being different’ created discomfort? Do I need to shed authenticity to gain acceptability? In a flash, I know why yogis meditate in the mountains, and not inside their homes. Enlightenment does not flow from trees or rivers. They are misfits … Continue reading Pain Ineffable

Optical illlusions

Would Ram be worshipped, if there was no Ravan? Pandavas exhibited many weaknesses, but were victorious for the cause they fought for- restoration of a woman’ s honor. Ram and Krishna were reincarnations of God – they knew well that the Devil is needed to strengthen belief in God. It takes a deep wisdom to … Continue reading Optical illlusions

Aurora

The Supreme Light Container spills color on the vast blue expanse, but it does not contaminate. dawn turns a new page auspicious green auroras streaking the blue sky https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/10/19/weekend-writing-prompt-128-aurora/

Home-grown

We have a huge furore here about trees being cut to make way for a metro rail project. The political and electoral ramifications complicate the matter even further. Environmentalists carefully uprooted a few trees instead of cutting them, and the same were planted in other places. Citizens have been asked to take the lush trees … Continue reading Home-grown

Sharad Purnima

The Hunter’s Moon is called ‘Sharad Purnima’ or ‘Kojagiri Purnima’ in India. Believers used to place a bowl of rice pudding on the terrace under the moon for the night, and then consume it. The effect of moon rays on the lactic acid molecules in milk is supposed to be beneficial. The starch in rice … Continue reading Sharad Purnima

The other side of the story

There it was …lying in the middle of the road. It looked bigger in size than earthworms, or a reptile smaller than a snake. It was probably injured/dead, driven over by a car. But it generated panic. The picture was being circulated in women’s Whatsapp groups, asking kids to be kept indoors. The organism had … Continue reading The other side of the story

Somewhere there

let’s hitch a ride to other side of nowhere Hope lives somewhere there   nature beckons me foggy paths strewn with shadows arches to welcome   determination drives – and my dreams take care of happiness – somewhere there https://scvincent.com/2019/08/01/thursday-photo-prompt-destination-writephoto/

Artists’ muse

RAINY DAYS often get artists busy, with their writing tools or easel and brush, as they look for inspiration at the shape-shifting clouds flexing muscles to enter imagination The one-bun is a nice format. Try your hand at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-july31st-2019-clouds/