driving across continents riding on international law conquering fear of the oblivion risking the unknown my free spirit hopes to find redemption or salvation -but falls in depths below imprisoned for seeking a life I hope those I left behind meet a peaceful end wherever they are https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/16/photo-challenge-272/
Asphyxiation …. Suffocation ….. choking feeling in the throat. She could never find the exact word for the feeling. But this is how she felt all her life with the negativity and pessimism around her. They are all well-meaning, highly respected people in their social and professional spheres, but who lack the capacity to imagine … Continue reading Asphyxiated
it happened now what should have happened ages ago – the impact was equally devastating – time does not weaken the will to lose https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/13/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-15-june-2019-2/
I often wonder if the invisibility of mind and soul is responsible for so much of hatred in the world. How and when did our existence get defined by concrete physical boundaries and characteristics? What we do is undoubtedly ruled by the mind, but there is a difference between the acts carried out for day-to-day … Continue reading Yes, you want to hurt me
medley of loud colors flitting indecision fragile butterflies think they rule hearts https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/photo-challenge-271/ https://amanpan.com/2019/07/08/brewnspew-cafe-july-8-2019/
Honking was considered bad manners in this city. He looked helplessly at the traffic jam in front, and the girl on the back seat, struggling for breath. His heart flipped over at the thought of being found with a corpse in his car. His heartbeats were loud, sweat trickling down his temples, but everybody around … Continue reading Sounds of the city
Quite often, I find myself gripped with a death wish. I feel like my existence is not very relevant to the world. Nor do they have anything to keep me happy and contented. I don’t really care about eulogies or elegies written for me. What does matter is that my point of view – spoken, … Continue reading Eulogy of a rebel
Somehow, I like the place. It has a strange sense of familiarity – is this what we call déjà vu? I wonder why the inhabitants don’t seem to like me, though they look like old friends or acquaintances. I focus on the tilted architecture, which could easily be the ninth wonder of the world (the … Continue reading The Bloody Carousel
The flood raged over the entire village. She wondered if nature was mimicking her fury, or trying to pour water on it. The rage hadn’t helped, but had refused to die down either. It resembled embers of a slow-burning fire that was consuming her, rather than a raging flood. She closed her eyes and entered … Continue reading Embers
