“We’ve excavated a century-old sea wall underwater. Maybe it’s the lost shoreline we’re looking for”, robot engineers recorded a note.
As a creator, she can’t help but wonder at the repetitions in the little creative space she enjoys. Watching the year repeat its days, now the protagonist in the plot is actually an antagonist in the minds of her readers due to those recurrent emphasis of certain symbols and values ingrained in their subconscious memory.
Is it not true that even an innovation requires monotonous efforts and repeated attempts before being able to be accepted by masses as an achievement?
A few recent events made me connect the dots for this piece. I started this with one intent, but as I was typing the second sentence, it was Severus Snape who crossed my mind. How did you envisage this content? I’d like to know your thoughts.
“They’re the cause”.
This story is about the fragrance of flowers that can make one want to leave the room, and easily put them in a bad mood. Aroma can cause discomfort too, esp. strong fragrances. Just like how a few people are chemical intolerant and a few others are allergic to pollens, there is a set of people for whom the fragrance of flowers can trigger severe headaches to migraines.
Yeah, flowers are pretty but painful. Their softness can hurt too!
Aren’t confusions chaotic opportunities that help in ending up with the right choice? Here’s a free verse on the same, with a six-word story at the end.
Under a net of confusions disguised as vermilion veils, are complex clutters. Beyond the blindspot was a discovery in the dark, the beauty in balance.
Compromise or Adjustments?
No more confusions!
As layers of new paint withered with age, they found each other underneath those, still fresh with the same old colors.
The intuitive wisdom that so far guided them as to when to move away and when to come closer, took a back seat today.
Unconcerned with the hurry and chaos of the outer world, the old friends relished the moment.
——– Maternal Mortality ——–
With her death, began his life!
——– Tribute ——–
Died for her after her life! Continue reading
Visible to none but him, was an unfinished business easily dismissible during broad daylight. But, he failed to realize that the daybreak was only a launch to the fathomless night. As the shadows murked, his conscience lingered around with its feet planted on ground.
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“I thought you’d leave me, forever”.
As a new norm, they communicate and discuss their deeply troubling issues in the relationship to strengthen the bond. But, this was totally unexpected. It’s not even a thought that has crossed the poor mind or that could even be imagined!
“After a little fight, your figure disappearing at the end of the street still remains inked in my mind. I hadn’t expected you to leave me then, that too locking me in.”
“I don’t even remember the incident. Which day are you talking about? Is it not a usual thing to lock you in when I go out temporarily so as to not disturb your task?”Continue reading
As the wheels turn, she feels both strong and weak. Riding uphill, she found the freedom that flying didn’t offer.
She wished the clock turned back, to leave those words unsaid, so that their relationship wouldn’t have taken that turn.
His solicitude followed her in all turns of their lives; Both returned back to normal, but that’s a new normal.
The last two tiny tales above can be read collectively or also be treated as individual ones.
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Is it not time we kill those man-made social constructs like religion, race, caste, and class in which humans still hide their inexistent honour? Emphasizing this thought, this free verse is written with six words in each line, and a six-word story is quoted at the end.
Disparaging sanity of love, honour glows. The crushed dreams fuel its fire.Continue reading
She was strong when he was. She was weak when he was. Locked in a cage by choice, They found their freedom in captivity. Their love began with a metaphor... His killer smile, Her vulnerable drug!
Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
A flash of numerous pictures sequenced. Memories flooded together with sudden twitches. Burdening past, haunting bruises, and overpowering sorrow!
She built a nest inside her. Adorning it with all her jewels, overcoming the restless urges that brought forth the broken episodes of her life, she somehow got Continue reading
These six-word stories that can be read alone or together, imply the creation and destruction phases of a tree. The female persona denotes the tree and the male persona, dependent wildlife.
Her growth, silent!
Her fall, heavy!
His sound changed,
as her’s cracked!
These can also be perceived as the thoughts of a father who is worried about his daughter’s unprecedented failures.
She designed an open balcony to enjoy sunsets. But, her garden wanted to relish the scenic scape all by itself.
Have you experienced your time which is your favorite escapade from everyday chores, getting eaten away by someone else after having put all the effort in, or have you eaten up someone’s time and efforts accidentally or intentionally? The above tale is written from this perspective.
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This is a free verse, each line framed with six words, depicting the emotional connection between two persons in love. A six-word story is quoted at the end of the verse.
Hearing one's thoughts isn't a curse. At sight, or out of sight...Continue reading
To her, happiness is just a piece of cake, literally.
But, no one at home lets her eat one.
She was over the moon as Continue reading