It takes no time at all, yet takes a lifetime, the irony of death!
There was an owl, and a mail sometime later, with a prompt to get home soon. It was once home, and will always be. But barely did it strike then that your voice nor my name will ever be heard thereon. The why was never answered and it’ll remain so.
A new star studded to the dark sky. It began to burn fiercely with that fuel of the pain it left behind on the earth. It is still as bright as the first day even after years, as if the fuel never depleted and is far from running out.Continue reading
With her death, began his life!
Died for her after her life! Continue reading
The water falls With the fallen leaves Which make no sound As the season spells fall. They flow together As the stream flows To sink in the bed of beauty Steered by the scream of streams.
As autumn (season of fall) arrives in one’s life, at times, they (leaves) surrender to the closest cascade (waterfall) silently with no choice, even after which the unfulfilled memories follow the time’s (stream’s) flow to the bed (death) at the end of one’s beautiful life that would have been lived with the desired content and joy (screams).
The word “wee”, the prompt for SoCS this week, led me straight to a YouTube video. “The lion sleeps tonight” is my go-to song whenever I have a bad mood. Having watched both versions of “The Lion King” movie, this is one of my two favorite parts of the remake. Weembaway (YouTube link to the song sequence; embed available at the bottom) – at least that’s how I pronounce it – is always joyful to listen to as well watch.
The last time I watched this song, it gave me quite different vibes than the usual. Maybe, what I saw was influenced by my state of mind.
When the ambiance around is good, so many friends stay around the singing Pumba and Timon to enjoy the music. But when in danger, only Timon stays. Even if he can’t help Pumba, he’s the one who encourages him to run for life – “Run, Pumba, Run!”, “I’m coming, Pumba. Hang in there”, he keeps calling as he himself is running. Also, Pumba doesn’t fail to warn his friend even when he’s in a trap – “Run for your life”, he shouts and only then starts his run. Maybe moral support is what we all need in life!
Nala interrupts the best scene in the woods. Life is always such, pulls a brake when everything is so smooth and happy. How easier life would’ve been had Nala not entered the forest! Maybe that’s the perfectly right time or the perfectly wrong one. Who knows?Continue reading
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
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
Because I could not stop for death, He stopped before me Choosing the dark dock In a deep valley Amidst the lofty mountains And started pouring out his anguish By crying out tears Until the sun shone again!Continue reading
Sensing the sounds of her unborn child, instead of joy, eeriness filled her room; because she knows her unborn will always remain an unborn.
He’s injured. She slipped away from healing.
He’s the one living with scars because she’s now living with the stars.
Have you seen any elderly couple who want their partner to die first, just because the other doesn’t want to experience the pain of living without their better half?
My life has changed colours
on your entry as well as the exit.
When I was asleep,
you were near, anytime besides.
Now, when I’m awake,
you are distant, nowhere to be seen.
Your smile that was once soothing,
now like a phantom, is haunting.
The cheery impulse we shared,
is now my lone seizure to be sad.
I’ve let go of some pieces,
but still holding on to many. Continue reading
war heroes’ lost lives
flower shower hailed in grave
aimed at blooming peace
I had two different interpretations of this senryu. Continue reading
blind belief reigns world
lies roam around in the light
distorted truths shy away
haze hid the vision
gazing through confusion clouds
light led the mission Continue reading
fearing dreaded cold
they die gently kissing earth
awaiting fresh start
a wide killer smile!
the enemy’s inner self
razes by strong weapon Continue reading
the massive stars blaze to ash
rising other stars
every time she smiled
he destructed himself
and made his eyes lie Continue reading
play harmonious music
for the planet’s good
with palmistry’s advent
planets were no more on space
but on one’s fingers Continue reading
The post is lengthy, around 2000 words, and is not a substitute for any kind of professional medical advice.
For those who’ve made guesses on the title, the invisible enemy is depression and not COVID. The pandemic may end sooner or later but the air of despondency never seems to leave.
I’m deeply affected by the news of Mr. Sushant Singh Rajput’s sudden demise. I’ve adored his movies as well the heights he has reached, and this was out of nowhere. I also got to read his interest in astrophysics, appeal towards tennis, his astonishing bucket list, and talks on his constant learning behaviour. In short, these indicate that he was someone who could pull off many things together and was such an ambitious soul.
“Nobody is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.“
– Terry Pratchett
Just like how this tragedy popped up discussions on mental health all over the internet, it also triggered me to write this post. However, I don’t want my words to sound like sympathetic music. Continue reading