It takes no time at all, yet takes a lifetime, the irony of death!
shelter of patterns
offer hindsight or foresight
clear blatant vision
Aren’t patterns astonishing? We take shelter in them while also wanting to break them. Quite ironical, is it not?
The varied hues of clouds at dusk, stars at night, the rustle of a coconut palm, the ripples on a silent pool, the aggregation of ice crystals that present us the snow fractals, animal and human behaviour are all nothing but patterns. On a bigger scale, the Milky Way Galaxy which we’re a part of has spiral patterns depicting a Fibonacci sequence in space. Isn’t that stunning? These regularities that reveal themselves in our observations often offer a sense of satisfaction to confused minds, and act like a shelter to hazed thoughts.
Not only in nature are these configurations present. We plan our days, maintain a consistent routine to manage the time and weave a pattern around us consciously or otherwise. We accidentally meet a good old friend, and at once our brain frames a pattern of longing to meet them all. Rhyme schemes are also patterns used by poets to please their readers. Even chaos we face in our lives is an unrecognized pattern which barely gets recognized. That’s what has transformed into the cliché of ‘history repeats itself’.
But, as much as patterns fascinate me, I feel that they’re also a trap.Continue reading
“The crimes and ideologies of the past must be rectified at the earliest. The world is a wreck now.”
“If there’s nothing to rectify, will there be any reverence to our service at present times?” Continue reading
Mortals exist and perish. Celestials evolve and evanesce. Stories with obscure margins seem ceaseless.
Nevertheless, everything endless ends.
Scene: Physics Tuition
He coughed; she turned accidentally. Since then, they started exchanging voiceless words through eyes and letters, all brimming with love.
Scene: At home
Now, he coughs and she turns again, this time with a stern look. Continue reading
His mom was worried about her son’s solitude and dull attitude after he got transferred to the new city. As a lead to comfort him, she enquired upon his early arrival, “Why didn’t you attend your office party?”
“I’m not a misanthrope, Mom. I just don’t get along with the people here,” he replied in an irritating tone and immediately apologized Continue reading
A monkey ‘Spunky’ lost some key to a bunny ‘Bunkey’. Spunky, who’s a flunkey to a hunky junkie, clung to the monkeypod fearing the slinky walk of that clunky lad, abandoning the key in his name ‘spunky’.
➟ clunky – old-fashioned. Continue reading
Mornings beside the window that’d bring in chill air and pleasant sight from the park, now escorted stench and an unbearable sight.
The new neighbour disturbed Preethi’s peace with her tamed peristeronic flock. Continue reading
His existence was passive. He was ebbing away from pleasures and surrounded himself with the dark in a toneless residence.
He strongly believed that colours deceived.
But, he was active in capturing the lies, Continue reading
Zara’s parents were forced to forfeit their house to a mortgagee within months of her birth, after facing huge loss in agriculture. This unprecedented confiscation earned her ‘the unlucky’ tag.
Even a slight drizzle was rare in that town. What could the new-born do to stop an unforeseen deluge?
As a child, all she prayed for was only rain, mild rain, to help her farming family. Little Zara was showered with the gift she prayed for, and a baby brother. Family flourished and so did Zara’s happiness. But, the label still remained. Now, it’s her brother who is ‘the lucky charm’.
With no choice left, Zara continued to Continue reading
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.
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,
coming from an eternal world. Continue reading
This is in response to ‘The Saturday Six Word Story Prompt’ by Shweta of ‘My Random Ramblings’.
The prompt for this week is ‘Lazy’, and here is my take on it. It pictures the scene of a caring mom feeding her hungry kid, who ignored her food, getting lazy to eat amid her busy schedule.
until mom starts feeding!
The prompt for this week is ‘Smart’, and here is my take on it. It depicts someone immersed in an imaginary world created by books, from the views of another who hasn’t experienced the pleasures of reading.
Pops out to be published after long wait in drafts.
Saturday night.. movie. Sounds monotonous, right?
But when a single word in the movie sweeps you away, you end up thinking quite a lot actually. Made me pause the movie and end up here in the blog (To be exact, in the email drafts).
Life is not a movie.
There’s no THE END here.
Keep in mind that to avoid loneliness, many people need both a social circle and an intimate attachment. Having just one of the two Continue reading