The Turns

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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Inspired by Bulbul’s Twenty Words Tuesday #39 – Turn

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Photo by David Marcu on Unsplash.

 

Kill the Honour

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. 
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Vulnerable

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!  
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In response to Shweta’s ‘6WSP #82’ – ‘Drug’.

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Photo by Andriyko Podilnyk on Unsplash.

Isolation

This is a response post to the ‘Thursday Poetry Competition‘ by ‘Penable’. The topic assigned is ‘Isolation‘, and what strikes me is about finding calm in the chaos.

——– ISOLATION ——–

The dusk is here,
bidding goodbye to my usual stare.

There’s just a window,
dividing me and the outside world.

Yet, it feels like a prison,
having me as the caged bird.

I find a way, to fly,
breaking all my invisible chains.

I’m lost in deep thoughts,
budging my pen on paper.

I begin to hear deeper sounds now,
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