letters of love, trust and faithengraved on a heart of golddo not serve as shieldon being stabbed by friends old Weekend Writing Prompt
Yes, it hurts
A mother laments
It’s torturous to see my little onegrow up, mingle with crowdswith no distinguishing feature-one whose birth felt momentousMy gift to the world looks like othersbereft of luster Weekend Writing Prompt
Revenge
a soul scarred for lifeevery moment is a strifesurrendered pieces of selfcall for restorationlife-cycle completion The one that damagedand got awayoccupies all mind spacerevenge is survivalnot a competitionor race How do they knowwhat I’ve been throughthey never had compassionbut will know retributiongo through the same cyclepain, helplessnessto know the impactof their callousness justice divinenot mine … Continue reading Revenge
Chunnel
“What the hell is water?” asks the callow fish. She’s a thalassic creature. Someone’s curious about undiscovered, underwater worlds. They write stories of demons that inhabit the space. There's someone else who can make a train run under water in a chunnel. It’s just knowing what to do with water. Weekend Writing Prompt
Respect
I saw him gasp for breath every time he came out after having his head dunked in water. “Call the police. It’s an attempt to murder.” “Calm down. It’s a belief that one can wash sins by dipping in the holy river. It is a process of purification.” I look at the donut from Dunkin’s … Continue reading Respect
Centered
gather your thoughts before you speaklest you are called a scatterbrain thoughts need to move towards a goalkeep it on track, direct the train don't let those cannons unnerve youopposite wills just try to reign calm and visible in dark lanes Weekend Writing Prompt #282
Framed
It was my first day at work as a repossession agent. “Do you have the number to call an ambulance?” Dan asked. “What for?” “Loan defaulters often get collywobbles or feign myocardial infarctions when you approach them. They should be hospitalized immediately, lest you are slapped with a suit.” Three days later… “I can’t believe … Continue reading Framed
Future
The mirror tells me time has run amok. This wrinkled and gray-haired person can’t be me. My spirit revolts, but has no words. It plays its game nevertheless. Birth certificates are dated in the future. Mashup for Friday Faithfuls and Weekend Writing Prompt
Web 3.0
watchlayersstacking upsuperimposingcounteracting ruling forcesunproven values, open to interpretationhere comes the metaverse to dare, to scare and change the world as we know it forever donumberedwebs altermillennial-speakor enhance creativityenrich skills, let art crosses linguistic boundariesadd new existential dimensions, relate in multiple new ways, renew, refresh? Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #279 and Friday Faithfuls at MLMM
Ikigai
I’m impressed by the Ikigai diagram, but the book fails short of expectations. Viability of a project matters - whether it is business, art, a social enterprise or development of an individual. It takes resources to make a project viable. What happens if the desire is intense, but resources are not easy to gather? I … Continue reading Ikigai
