“Walls have ears” is a saying she’d often heard. She was back in her grandfather’s crumbling mansion to check if the walls had memory. They had eavesdropped on and absorbed family secrets for decades. The portrait of her exquisitely beautiful great-grandmother fell as she came near it, revealing a hole behind. It was a path … Continue reading When Walls Speak
“I think we should….” She was brutally cut short with a negative statement. The proper way was only what they prescribed. And one day she was gone, as unnoticed as she had lived there. Her acts were never cromulent enough. She ran out of patience. Weekend Writing Prompt #431
my fear invites a heavy downpourI forgot my umbrella todayI wear my confidence in tailored clothesI conceal all that is unacceptable Weekend Writing Prompt #430
They’re not strangersall these peoplewho’ve come to fetch mein a never-seen-before aircraft A conference of souls-I wonderIf it is the last meeting of my lifeor a new beginningdivine… lessons to be learnt-the gist of lifesummarized Now let me goto a different worldwith or without youI don’t care Weekend Writing Prompt #427
She found a grotto behind the cliff—where soulmates lived in animal shapes. She had reached home. Weekend Writing Prompt #423 - grotto
brace for the silencecracks in worldwide trust.ashes of vows driftwhere promises combust.She walks with head held high,heart cuffed in rust. Weekend Writing Prompt #422
Each bank watches the other with a quiet ache, held apart by the river they both cradle. Trees lean inward, shadows stretching like questions across the current. Their roots whisper through the soil, tracing the same longing. It isn't love—they’ve never touched—but something more tender and less passionate than love: limerence. They imagine that the … Continue reading Limerence
Emotional garbage is strewn all across social media as people respond to accidents and murders. Many others draw on it to tailor their piece best to cater to popular sentiment. Their courage fizzles out when they try to take an integrated view of the situation, as they might see their not-so-clean reflections in the story. … Continue reading Demons
they call me dominatingwhen I don’t let them dominate I am labelled a dissenting notewhen I refuse to be an annexure I take their pitying glancesand throw it behind my shoulderThe forward march begins…when I refuse to acknowledge them Weekend Writing Prompt #418
The pictures will speak a lot more than the mandated 56 words. Celebrities stepping out bare-faced challenge beauty norms, reminding us that confidence shines brighter than cosmetics. Some appear effortlessly radiant, others unrecognizably different. It’s a bold statement—embracing authenticity in an industry built on illusion. IMO, certain looks are best left behind in the boudoir. … Continue reading No Make-up
