It's not yet fall, but an unhinged, red leaf blows over my feet. The clouds will soon deplete themselves, as the sky rewrites its message. An illusion of a blue roof has long fooled us. It's not yet the end, for spring will soon reign, unless intelligence interferes. retrograde planetsconspire to reverse the flowof stories … Continue reading Multiple Meanings
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
All attachments live in the same place – codependence. They are beautiful while they last, but deep down, I sense a struggle to find meaning in being alone and independent. Sunflowers often ask the night why do they have to close their petals and turn west at dusk. And the night has no answers, since … Continue reading Sunflowers at Night
It was called a “black-out” in 1971. Windows and skylights were covered with thick black paper. The sound of an aircraft drove the neighbourhood into deep distress.They prayed for invisibility, huddled inside the silence of fear, pulling sheets above their eyes. I’d have loved to see the enemy’s face. But the next morning, Uncle said … Continue reading Changing face of war
Aren’t stories all about preparedness or the lack of it, when something unanticipated strikes? Who reacts and how? Where does it take us? It’s a slow ascent to the climax with emotions strewn all over, as the plot thickens only to unravel itself in the end. Think about it. Destiny is nothing more than the … Continue reading Destiny – Tanka Prose
colors and patternsspeak, yet leave things open tointerpretationwe communicate onlywith standardized symbols I spend the night hunting for lost words. I dream of failure to deliver on a writing project, because I lose a clue. It’s a syllable falling short somewhere, or a synonym not found. The antonym is too aggressive and throws me into … Continue reading Lost words
Viktor Frankl made me feel immensely powerful – in the small gap between stimulus and response. I have a choice here – to do or not do something. It makes life worthwhile. The person opposite me, too, wields the same power. And it may not be aligned to my life path or strategy, or designed … Continue reading Power is contextual
The king of the jungle is called so, because other animals fear his power to harm. I wonder if democracy is just a garb for imposed assumptions. They manipulate you into believing that a powerful ruler protects you against harm. The harm done to your independence is not mentioned. We pay to be controlled. it's … Continue reading Representatives
How many hours more would it be, till the inevitable happened? He stares at the walls surrounding him, and helplessness stares back at him. The engraved scripts appear to shed tears, as words get blurred with the saltiness of truth. He tracks time on international clocks, with a faint hope that he will find a … Continue reading Walls
How does it feel like to see light at the end of the tunnel? It was there all along, but I was focussed on darkness in the tunnel and claustrophobia. I even forgot to explore depths of darkness and discover hidden secrets there. Limited me! absolute darknessblinded by infinity-Regain your powerSee your soul merged with … Continue reading Life after Death
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