the stench of rotten memoriesmakes breathing difficultstuff well past its expiry datenurtured in empty potsdevoid of fertile soil,light and waterto fill up vacant hours,minds and heartsscreams loud. idle minds are devil’s workshopsis an adageoutworn, outdated-idleness devours happinessit consumes humanityif it ignores the purposeof existence-to march ahead-to discover lifeafresh, anew Weekend Writing Prompt #360
tempestuous proseordained to move mountainsin a vulnerable psychelooks for cracks in consciousnessto insert ideas dodges potholesby closing roadsthat lead to defeat Weekend Writing Prompt #359
Raised to the power of something …. gives ideas of exponential growth. It is about reaching a place beyond what we imagined possible. The superscript gains credence with the limitations of our thought - just a character elevated to a place it was destined to be. I look at Instagram pictures of my friends in … Continue reading Superscript or subscript
“May I ask why are you defending a criminal?” His expression was intimidating, “Can you deny the truth that Riya took the law in her hands?” “Truth is a perspective”, Maya retorted, “What matters is intent, and Riya’s act of violence protected a minor from being destroyed. Your patriarchal system that defends the crime of … Continue reading The battle is on
Society-a structure createdby gregarious instinctsof planet inhabitantsnot surewho they arewho they’d like to bebut setting standardsfor othersjudging, role-playing The Creator watches-disconnected-unconcernedfailing to communicateor set goals Weekend Writing Prompt #351
the ships passing bysense turbulence beneathbut sail over itit’s not a tsunami anyway the turmoil insidethreatens to rip identityin shredstill recognition cries foulI’m not schizophrenic anyway Words struggle withmarketabilityto invent a labeleasily comprehensibleby thosewho wouldchoose to ignoreWhy bother anyway? Weekend Writing Prompt #348
music and dancepeople in a trancedirected frenzyin the name of Godseeps into bloodstreamsthreatens DNA disruptionto acquire permanence action of massesbecomes the vehicle of changenobody questionsif change is neededand if yes,to benefit whom? Gods refuse to questionwhy are they invokedat a specified time-but take noteof exalted powergifted by the powerful-pleased like punchthey retreat to hibernate Weekend … Continue reading Mob frenzy
Abandoned seeds grow into lush gardens, while I count the rocks on other paths, where milestones are vibrant but do not carry my name. I keep running incessantly in the hope of being first on the horizon. Pathways that miss the soles of my feet play host to temples that consecrate all that I wanted … Continue reading Desire and Destiny
arrow signson a time machinegive me a choiceenter past, future oranother unknownundefined dimension Not sure if the arrowheadswant to guideor pierce free willNot sure if they willhit me in flightI go undergroundand find me Weekend Writing Prompt
“Size does not make you superior”, sneered the window. “You give a very limited view. I give people an opportunity to walk in and out and discover things for themselves.” The door retorted. “Only if the property owner allows.” “Both of us are controlled.” “Then why are we arguing? We extend vision, and are indispensable.” … Continue reading Doors and windows
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