I am building a memorial for my dog – just installing a marble temple on her grave. It is to consecrate the relationship we shared with her – of unconditional love for one another. It might not hold any meaning for anyone after I die, because the value lies in my mind. There are people … Continue reading Consecration
Home is where I see boundaries being redefined to accommodate me https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/05/22/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-may-22nd-2019-my-home-is-my-castle/
opening of shut eye wreaking havoc on dreamy imagination https://iwriteher.com/2019/05/21/i-write-her-weekly-haiku-senryu-challenge-20/
What am I made of? This question blows the hell out of me. I’ve been through some past life regression sessions, and saw a few scenes stored like pages in the memory of the soul. Belief in reincarnation is a very personal matter, but if true, it raises so many questions. Am I made up … Continue reading Never-ending
celebrate freedom unmindful of perils set up on landing
Welcome back! I’ve been busy last week, and there were delays in reading and responding. In case, I’ve missed out on any of your pieces in the links below, please do let me know. PROMPT This week’s prompt consists of two words – BLEEDING EDGE The dictionary meaning is the very forefront of technological development. … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #86
It is one of those days, when the world feels upside down. The housemaid failed to turn up. There was an issue with the Uber app, so I had to find alternative means of transport. The file I had worked on last night was not saved, calling for rework. Things were settling down by 11 … Continue reading The first coffee
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
Stains of distrust on the psyche got deeper and difficult to erase, as I saw your imperviousness to the color of my dreams. Relationships have different hues at different stages in life – what matters is the intensity. Love and mutual respect should be un-erasable pigments responding to external inputs, and creating different shades, but … Continue reading Fading
I bless my luck as I spot the first swallow of the season. It is eternal inspiration to think of the 1200 journeys it undertakes to build a nest. I am about to shift base to another city, and it mentally prepares me for the task that lies ahead. If they can, why can’t I … Continue reading Swallow
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