I recall the time I learnt stained glass painting. It was the age of solvent-based colours, and we had to keep stirring the pigment slowly with the solvent with a wooden toothpick. Any mistake at this stage would cause the paint to crack later. The lead liner used to hold the paints in till they … Continue reading Crushed Colours
I look inwards to see the baby up there, whom I miss so much. Then, I see two naughty pups watching my next move and think maybe she is already back with me. limited visionHow do I know if a soul rests in peace, is contemplating her return to the world in a fresh reincarnation, … Continue reading In Memoriam
look againthe face you see is a maskit might peel off in timewhat you see behindis deceptionor magic Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
a different meat each step of the journeyincreasing baggagelessons learnt, reconsideredsteps - Finally, I'm on top WDYS #290
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
The prompt reminded me of a movie in which a scientist is kidnapped but kept alive hanging from a ceiling because his face is needed to start the computer where sensitive research data is stored. I used facial recognition technology once for a KYC check. They asked me to blink, record a 10-second video, and … Continue reading Identification Technology
Wordsescape neural pathwaysto find their place in the worldbefore I can incarcerate them on a page Wordsdisappear in the nightcaptured by someone in the name ofsynchronicity; employed in another story Wordschoose their owners and stories;Not everyone looks up the Synonyms pageNot every word is found when you need it most Wordsjoin context and expressionsto play … Continue reading Words
Welcome back! PROMPT #382 I came across a beautiful write-up on Brainpickings.org on the subject of creativity. To be alone at your desk or in your studio is not enough. You have to free yourself from the phantoms and inner critics who pursue you wherever you go. “When you start working,” said the composer John … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #382
Vulnerability draws the manipulator, but he baulks at the idea of being manipulated. This monstrosity, which appeared to lie belly up, is ready to speed away at a moment’s notice, with winking tail lamps laughing at the discomfiture of others. And no, Laura is not at the wheel, but he wonders why the thought of … Continue reading Discomfiture
My thoughts wander on undulating sandI feel one with clouds, winds and raging stormsI go with high tides, then choose to subsideUncentered in whirlpools, I find my calm I feel one with clouds, winds and raging stormsWatch tales unfold as waves hit the shoreUncentered in whirlpools, I find my calmI am the reader and the … Continue reading When I spin yarns
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