“It’s been thirty years, and I could recognise that smile from a distance”, she hugged her childhood pal, Meena. “Sorry, but have we met before?” The smiles from both faces vanished. Meena’s voice and accent were decidedly different. “Forgive me, I mistook you for my friend Meena.” “That’s my mother’s name. Are you from India?” … Continue reading Never say Die
the clock towercalls for helpnobody knows why shadows lurk aroundattempt to control timeturn the hands of the clockunheard, unseen…. The clock toweryells…don’t turn time aroundthere are lessons to be learntfrom what passed by no one listenswheels keep rollingsteered by Powerhistory gets reinvented each timesomeone tells a story What Do You See #293
“Would you like to look at these books before I turn them over to a junk dealer?” Uncle was kind enough to ask when I visited him last. The so-called junk, a term that didn't sit well with me, belonged to my grandfather. I’d scanned through those books a couple of years ago, each holding … Continue reading Alternatives
Moon chuckles, "It's not a rocket, it's a plane."They are not invaders, just admirers from afarI choose what to reveal, what to concealThe plane cuts through clouds, and greets the moon They are not invaders, just admirers from afarNo machines to be parked, no flags hoistedThe plane cuts through clouds, and greets the moonDon't worry, … Continue reading The Moon Celebrates
a different meat each step of the journeyincreasing baggagelessons learnt, reconsideredsteps - Finally, I'm on top WDYS #290
Déjà vu strikes as I see the old man on my first visit to the city. I’m sure we’ve never met before, but he has been there forever in my fears of the future, in my tragic stories and in the history of pavements. I avert my eyes --till they catch sight of his tiny … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du – a Braided Haibun
Stupid girl! I already do that. I love you as an extension of myself. I expect you to echo my beliefs, live by my value system and be grateful for the opportunity. You failed to read the second part; not me. I’m not what you expect me to be. What Do You See #288
28th January, 2005, was the day I felt hurt and ignored. 12th June, 2007 ……… She wondered if she was talking to a human being or a talking calendar of events—events she could not remember or relate to, but had trapped his weak mind in repetitive cycles. Sahil kept talking in loops and failed to … Continue reading Black Monsters
He switches off to elude the trace,alone in a bunker, a ghost in space.Sweat beads whisper of pending doom,A life behind bars, or in a tomb. Gun barrel cradles restless sleep,echoes wail—grief runs deep.A child’s voice, a sorrowed plea,“Why did you take him away from me?” Doubt creeps in, beliefs grow thin,A shadow looms where … Continue reading The Terrorist
restrained power ofa framed mountain on the wallwatches silentlyliquid reflections of homes-the brink of dissolution What Do You See #285
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