Numbers rule the worldvotes, dollars, followers, likerssupported by those willing to hitch their lazy wagonsto a train perceived as driving to their destination They keep running, followingleave competence, quality languishingby the wayside; as equality overrides equity-the capable are seen as impedimentson their quest for effortless success invisible strings keep them apartetching boundaries, stretching and contractingto … Continue reading Treachery of the Common
You are not welcome here, please go awayMaybe I live again, if you move far, far away I shed copious tears when all’s going wellThe night sky descends; sunrise looks grey The weight of existence feels unbearableI sink further down, as tired feet give way Let me burn down to ashes before I rise againI … Continue reading The Black Dog
They are such a boonThey will sway to your tune Let teachers mingle with the taughtLet them align with your thoughtsWalk with them, but trust them notPromise them the stars, sun and moon They are such a boonThey will sway to your tune Divergence in a chorus is crimeThey don’t have to speak, just mimeFeed … Continue reading Power Play
I did not ask to be herebut then who does? shadows laugh in derisionthen disappear with the sun The night is dark, sands stillI’ll infuse silence with wordsGive me a quill No rescue comes, but I no longer waitI conjure realms and recalibrate The sky bends to blow my mindI am the myth I came … Continue reading Myth
It's not me, it’s youa moment of being gaslit-infested, infectedand then manifestedin the victim’s thoughtscapelighting a fireinstigating crime a silenced consciencea traumatised egoa damaged sense of selfseeks fulfilmentby revenge The world screamsGaslighting amplifies volumes“I told you so” The victim stops and turnsYes, you didNow, roles are reverseduntrodden paths traversed I am not the same person.You … Continue reading Gaslit
Home is not place of birth, but end of searchThe soul has seeds from many lifetimes storedIt hunts, it gathers—never leaves a perchIt develops roots, dares to bloom once more. What matters must arise from our deep coreThe roof is an artificial constructBut truth beneath is what we all implore,strength emanates from principled conduct Friday … Continue reading Personality
wild gesturesemanating from the ether-shaped by nobody’s rulesbeyond the confines of languageor grammatical tools-become a storyin blank mind-scapes they don’t need a genreor retrofitting to themesthey visit consciousness-to expand realmsof possible-include the aliensand recreate the world the real and fictitiousseparated only byconscious and subconscious W3 Prompt #165
He grabs the medical test reportand gives an accurate diagnosiswithout reading the name on the envelopenames have faded for himHe can’t recall what he had for breakfastyells at the attendant-the doctor’s memory is melting awaycore competence remains W3 Prompt #164
I still remember her look when she saidI, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes.stung by abandonment; frozen with shock I, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.Her loved ones threw her out, but she survived,stung by abandonment, frozen with shockSome day, I will build another home … Continue reading Determination tinged with ….
Welcome to the club with blindfoldspromise not to see anything more thanwhat benefits usLeave ethical baggage behindyou won't sink with stones around your neckIf storms rock the boatHold on tight to each otherDo not divulge secretsTill we find a submarineand go underwaterThen, if you are luckyEven you may leave-Alive, but mutedfor spoken truthtakes you closer … Continue reading Conspirators’ Club
