I scout for eyeballson my journey through etherblinking attentionlidless eyes watch but can't speakcurtailed communication "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." —Buddha visibilitymatters when I burn through mindsinstigate actionTruth needs to make itself heardSun and Moon are silent lamps Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
“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
The cloud is a convenient vault—a weightless archive where our lives, memories, and secrets reside. Yet, the security of this invisible fortress is not as impenetrable as it seems. At any moment, a breach can turn our KYC documents and confidential files into a public spectacle. Hackers, like ever-watchful phantoms, lurk at the gates, ready … Continue reading Perils of Cloud Storage
Welcome back! PROMPT #384 Let's start with a word. Interrobang — a printed punctuation mark (‽), available only in some typefaces, designed to combine the question mark (?) and the exclamation point (!) (noun) This week's prompt is to use 1) a question and 2) an exclamation in your piece. We are talking about the spirit, … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #384
rediscover dreamsLost treasures or good riddance-forgotten passwordsare just a ruse to preventtrespassers, curious cats Below are a few guidelines I provide in my financial literacy sessions about using safe passwords. Complex passwords are safe, yet challenging to remember. Most common passwords are Password Qwerty 1234567 12345678 123321 Others may contain a combination of names and … Continue reading Lost passwords
I walked alone in the morningwhile others sleptnavigated my tracksthrough dead fish and snakes-it was low tidethe sea depositedits ugly secretson the beachas fisherwomenhung their dirty linenout there to dry I walked alone in the evening.the waves swallowed a golden ballbled orange and crimsonon a weeping horizonjumped high to create wallsto block the view of … Continue reading The Disconnect
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I still remember her look when she saidI, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes.stung by abandonment; frozen with shock I, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.Her loved ones threw her out, but she survived,stung by abandonment, frozen with shockSome day, I will build another home … Continue reading Determination tinged with ….
“Don’t miss the last train at 1.30 am. We’ll be waiting for you.” The train rolled in a little late, and only one door opened. He was the only passenger to board the train. The names of stations on the display panel were strange. “The last train goes to Churchgate. I don’t see the name … Continue reading The Last Train
will youtreasure albumsof dreams, when daylight fadesadventures draw us in endlesspursuits? chasingsuccess will teachnew tricks and strategieswill you be there when memoriesbeckon? Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
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