It’s not easy to choose between black and white. They make the choice infinitely more difficult by opening up a spectrum of colours in between, placed over an ambiguous grey sky. I decide to place the clouds in the bath, and the rainbow in my wardrobe. “Dissolve yourself in ether. You need to be the … Continue reading Rainbow Lyrics
Her best friend was the window, because it gave her glimpses of the outside world. And she was naïve enough to believe that people walking down the street in colourful outfits with different expressions constituted the world. The helicopter that pulled her out of the window was maligned as the villain. The pilot dragged her … Continue reading MYOPIA
I let goof cherished dreams-I’m not the same meI was a memory ago Weekend Writing Prompt #469
Whispers ignite in hidden halls,sparks of dissent gather,a thunderstorm swelling in the ranks. No lightning of tyranny can silence this roarvoices surge, speaking the truthfracturing chains,rolling over the soil of fear. Autocracy trembles, its fortress undone,as rebellion rains justice,storming toward dawn,where freedom breathes;humanity wins Weekend Writing Party #468
“You are lucky to get an opportunity to serve God’s representative”, howled the rapacious animal. The jungle bowed in obeisance and offered him food and a cave. They set fire to the cave and called it an act of God. The privilege of surrender was his. Weekend Writing Prompt #467
Persuasion failed once again, as her teenage son walked out with a backpack. She stood at the doorway, words caught in her throat, watching his silhouette shrink against the evening light. The bag was heavy with defiance, stitched with the threads of independence he believed he had earned. She remembered her own callow youth, the … Continue reading Deja Vu
His retirement speech delineated the biggest conundrum of his career – adoption of AI for business. It’s all behind us now. Weekend Writing Prompt #465
Who delights in daylight’s reflection— slipping from invisibility into oblivion? The chandelier gathers shadows, waiting for the hand that dares to touch its darkness. It glimmers with borrowed fire, lamps feeding its fragile glow from within. Yet the chandelier remembers— the one who measured despair along the trembling borderlines of light, to illuminate. Twilight is … Continue reading The Chandelier
The thought catcher never rests, gathering whispers and silent responses. A patchwork quilt of dreams unfolds at night — not my story, but truth stitched in fragments, an authentic self, shimmering, whole. Weekend Writing Prompt
the mortgage on individualityand conscienceends todayI step out in the fresh air-alone-independent stern looksfail to pierce my armor-they expect me to besuitably gloomyfor bereavement What do I mournbereft of bondagerole-playingand suffocation? Weekend Writing Prompt #453
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