Progress

I don’t like listening to remixes of songs. I feel as if dissonance is imposed on the original, sweet, harmonious rhythm. But what about someone who has never heard the original, and needs fast music on the dance floor? It is tailor-made to suit their requirement. This is how progress happens – break the old … Continue reading Progress

Remember

“Aren’t you the one who accused an innocent?” The guy looked stunned. He had come to engage the famed lawyer for his daughter’s divorce case. “Oh, you did it to so many people that you don’t remember?” He scanned the lined face of the septuagenarian. She was still beautiful, and the wobbly knees had not … Continue reading Remember

Bliss

plateful of flavourswardrobe full of chiceyeful of dreamy sleeppaw-ful of lovethe most beautiful place on earth a cottage full of happinessa swing full of reachlet me touch the sky againlet blessings set up streamsthrough the roof into my heart Sammi asks us to write a piece of 47 words with the word 'cottage' in it. … Continue reading Bliss

Autocracy

A corpse demanding compliance from others must be a horrifying sight. I’d call it macabre when the corpse is someone’s self-esteem. What you see in the world is autocracy – a resentful person’s revenge on the world. Weekend Writing Prompt #338

Work Ethic

technology gives scope to manipulatethe old scribe on the square ruminatesswears by his transparency and ethicsnever did a document go amiss the old scribe on the square ruminateshe was the one trusted by Kingsnever did a document go amissthe scribe put in his best copying he was the one trusted by Kingshis fractured arm was … Continue reading Work Ethic

Outside a temple

standing outside a templeI watch the faithfulrush in and rush out-Peace eludes I march onin search of warby the righteousagainst manipulation I call Godhear no thunderjust a recorded messagethe number you dialleddoes not exist traffic jamsoutside the templeintensify-Peace eludes Weekend Writing Prompt

If only…

If only I could separate the kith and kin from well-wishers, and wish them well… If only I could interpret well-practised expressions to see the real intent… If only I could convince people to mind their own business and leave me alone. If only I could find un-polarized, inclusive worlds to welcome humanity If only … Continue reading If only…

Absquatulated

I don’t remember the date or month we last. Yes, life is divided into two parts – before you and after you, turbulent and peaceful, demanding and relaxed, gaslighting and left alone. This alone-ness is so all-encompassing, that I’ve never felt a need t0 look back. I truly don’t remember when you absquatulated. I’d rather … Continue reading Absquatulated