My Facebook post is cryptic – “The air feels heavy as if weighed down by conspiracy.” Many people comment saying it is the smog outside. I wonder if they failed to read the metaphor, or if they are in collusion with the conspirators. I feel unsafe and lonely in the prevailing scenario. One never knows … Continue reading Pollution
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
“Damn it,” she thought, as the heel on her shoe snapped clean off the sole. She had forgotten to keep an alternate pair in the car. She walked barefoot with difficulty till she found a shoe shop. The new pair she chose was flat and did not exactly match her outfit, but she couldn’t attend … Continue reading Ice-breaker
tomes become furniture; Kindle beckonsthe same logic runs; but digitizedwhen everyone's a publisher, who readswhat they need? small capsules normalized it may be a scam or crime; stories ruledata is a mule; tortured enoughto be politically correct; showwhat you should know; with no questions tough content factories churn out obnoxioustales; gods anxious behind perspectivesTear apart … Continue reading Hygiene
Welcome to the last week of the first month of 2024! Well, isn't this just twisting words to create a long sentence that does not add value to any reader's perspective? Controversy surrounds everything - blogs, art, photography, tweets on X. My search for controversial art stopped at Igor Morski, a Polist artist... at least … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #315
She was in a place where her clothes of light and reflections were all dropping off. She looked at the mirror from different angles hoping to catch a better view of herself, but the images felt like a conspiracy against her proven supremacy. Gradually, the music stopped and she heard her own hoarse voice – … Continue reading Continuity of Illusions
Happiness lives somewhere under the white roof in green fields of regeneration. I hope recycling transforms shapes but retains the purity of the core. How does one define joy? A moment of exhilaration, trust and pleasure creating awareness of the privilege of existence. Decades ago, it was a smile. Now it is a smiley. We … Continue reading Back Home
House of Lovecare its currencyHospitalityits hallmark one daya beggarspreads deceptive palmswe never refusedso borrowed to helpfell victim to usurygot driven to penury the rascal lives therewe were thrown-inevitable heartbreakchanged our pathto a once-warm homegroaning undermultiple stakes You have a rightto demean or despisebut I’ll not leta beggar in disguisedeflate, downsizeor capitalizeon generosity I’m happy being … Continue reading House of Scrooge
piercing winds of truthcold like snapped bonds of lost loveyet thawing the frostMay breeze avert cold snowstormssomeone texted me today 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge
“It’s only your interpretation. We don’t hate you.” Someone tries to calm the agitated woman. “You don’t …. But you expect me to be like you for acceptance with open arms. And that is not going to happen. Neither am I born like you nor will I make any effort to be there.” Silence follows. … Continue reading Ostracised
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