paint strips me of decaying flesh, while the world celebrates art - that masks my soul disguise lets me die in undeserved dignity
Dignity
Search for Truth
I don’t like museums. They only whet appetite, but don’t take me closer to the truth. I don’t know if the writers hired to write lengthy descriptions are historians, or just good content-writers. Travel guides gain expertise in the art of storytelling. I unpeel layers of a story cooked up in an ancient pan, written … Continue reading Search for Truth
Cloud
The full moon peeped through partial clouds. It is her day, and the clouds are bent upon taking away the glory. A lovelorn poet looks at the sky, and writes about the beauty of his lover behind a veil. Whom will you designate as the central character of this piece – the lover, lover’s beauty … Continue reading Cloud
Pensive moods
pensive moods allow deep reflection away from prying eyes, open worlds of thought to be internalized https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/04/04/tale-weaver-217-pensive-april-4th/
Everlasting
everlasting love soft like fur, envelopes life forever https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/04/03/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-april-3rd-2019-everlasting-love/
Music
Listen! tattoos that show and the ones which don’t- are indelible scars –creating music
Narcissus
The dog walked away with his own shadow. He had never seen loyalty and devotion of this magnitude. The ‘hoomans’ had just never given it to him. After an initial phase of protest, demanding attention and subsequent disappointment – he had learnt to be happy with his fate. They were certainly good providers, and their … Continue reading Narcissus
The next meal
The neon glow enveloped the city built by and for corporations. The emaciated figure on the sidewalk crouched under the bench. He was one amongst the hundred workers retrenched, because a MNC had taken over the company. He heard the news blaring on TV, from open windows. A businessman who had escaped the country after … Continue reading The next meal
Cata doxa
Bozo growled and Kitty mewed loud in protest, when I said it was raining cats and dogs outside. They were safe and cosy in their beds, and ready to sleep. “Mom, please do your research before you speak. I don’t like my babies being upset.” “Will you do that for me?” “Yes. The word is … Continue reading Cata doxa
Damned
There was a celebration in the deep, dark woods – their Master, the Devil had taken birth in the human world. His first masterful act was to kill his mother – she died during childbirth. His father, in a state of shock, refused to see the child, and uttered the words – “Oh, May he … Continue reading Damned
