Urge

an urge to change shapes of lego blocks build unseen fairytales an urge return to the past obliterating all that transpired on the way an urge to rewrite history put together  characters in different ways an urge to see souls in transparency change their roles and names and to not be called insane… https://onewomansquest.org/2021/02/08/vjs-weekly-challenge-urge/

Outcome

Off and on, I was warned about the repercussions of being a free spirit. They label my natural state of being as rebellious, uncaring, un-emotional or whatever term they devise on the spur of the moment. I learnt soon enough that the problem is same on both sides - discomfort with not being in control. … Continue reading Outcome

Recognise me?

you found me  somewhere there amidst the noise of meetings a silent protest -unregistered while you tackled your inner noise you preached patience castigated callowness lack of experience I dwindled away I’m the wild iris I grew by myself In forests - abandoned, alone with a strength of purpose gathering all  that you lost In … Continue reading Recognise me?

Heartwarming

Heartwarming brings to mind the 4 years spent with my dog love, Chappy… A few glimpses Scene 1 She is being cajoled to join us for the Laxmi Puja (a worship ritual) on Diwali, but no response. The noise of crackers outside created sever discomfort for her, and she was hiding under the bed. We … Continue reading Heartwarming

The Art of War

a glare a raised eyebrow scathing criticism  unsolicited advice an attempt to step into my territory passionately take decisions  for me glowing with  narcissism I don’t know  who they are nor do I want to know… a lifetime spent in defending  boundary lines culminating in accusations of dominance or stubborn-ness of having grown bigger than  … Continue reading The Art of War

Confession

My father is breathing his last.  He is the only support I’ve ever had in life. I lost my mother in infancy, and did not have any siblings. A relationship was initiated, but ended badly due to my insecurities. The girl found me too possessive and clinging. I hold his hand, as his breathing gets … Continue reading Confession

Sublime

I catch elusive butterflies of idle thoughts stash those away outside logic bins audacious impressions re-appear in dreams or poems weirdness of something I created unknowingly baffles me Is it frivolous or by design? passing thoughts compose  my subconscious sublime…. https://onewomansquest.org/2020/11/09/vjs-weekly-challenge-120-frivolous/