It takes no time at all, yet takes a lifetime, the irony of death!
The head, getting full, ached as it compromised the vacancy in the heart bearing the latter’s burden in spite of constantly fearing if it was developing claustrophobia within, as the doors of escape from agitated thoughts were always locked.
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!
With her death, began his life!
Died for her after her life! Continue reading
As each day ends, I wish I could dive into my chaos energetically rather than drowning pathetically and then watch the movement of water that overpowers me transferring a portion of its energy as our sweet little deal followed by taking a stand against the welcoming winds under the bed of stars preferably boarding over a gently swaying boat that sails over an ambient oceanscape as a lonesome point that is lost in this vast universe born only to find all beauty in the vanishing ripples that reflect the milky white planetoid pumpkin which has mood swings that do not match with mine and afterwards slowly slip into the arms of sleep right in the shimmering open arbour that remains unbarred while listening to the magical stories of umpteen galaxies that hang over and the mellifluous voice of surrounding waves that kiss me good night one by one until that philander with bright dancing rays barges in on my pleasant utopian or sometimes wild dreams forcing me to open my eyes after bulldozing all fantasies written and directed by Nox.
Word Count: 180
The writing above is an example of the usage of the literary device ‘Polysyndeton’. Nox is the Roman goddess of the night.Continue reading
The more unliveable our urban centres become, we as tourists retreat into the new-age oases – the sustainable hotels – which are just illusions of naturalness. Even when they have committed to reducing wastes and carbon footprints, how long will we be able to live in this fantasy without having to deal with the repercussions?
Isn’t the hope we’re dreaming of, also a dream?
Sustain the Savour
Why don’t we often dare to go against the popular adage, “Let go of what you love; it’ll return if it’s true” and not let go of what we love or what’s worthy when there’s actually a true chance to try and sustain the savour?
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
This is a free verse, each line framed with six words, comparing balloons with human lives. A six-word story is quoted at the end.
We are balloons filled with emotions, Attached to strings yet flying freely! Unable to hold on, we lift. Hoping to let go, we fly.Continue reading
She wondered if any pawnshop held his nous when he halted 100m prior, dubious about a turn in habitual route.
I was quite late for college one day and missed my college bus at the closest stopping. So, I asked my dad to drop me at a different terminal on time where the same bus will reach shortly. We were just close enough when he switched off the bike’s engine, and asked me, Continue reading
This is a free verse that depicts the plight of climate migrants who are forced to flee their homes or nation for the collective actions of the entire humanity. A six-word story is quoted at the end, for the prompt word ‘free’.
These freed victims have no plans.
From non-existent places, they start roaming,
bearing globe's guilt against their freewill.
Their minds are now enslaved.
As masses, they've survived troublesome days,
yearning to breathe free in closed spaces.
When free-land is demarcated with boundaries,
and open skies are only for free souls,
where else can they settle freely?
conveying freedom’s true interpretation.
The infections from contactless (eye) contact are more vicious than the threats from taction regardless of physical distancing norms, for the emotions that eyes showcase are enticing ecstasies.
We often go through tough times when we face failures, when expectations crowd or we’re in the spotlight. We wish we were left alone in a dark place without any disturbance. But, is it okay to welcome gloom into one’s life volitionally? At least with me, it’s a no.
There are different shades of darkness. An eerie silence and moonless night. Luminescent beach with none by side. Dense forest with torch in hand. Sullen sky accompanied by stray winds.Continue reading
“We learn a lot from what we don’t become.”
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