Persuasive Patterns

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?

Author’s Note:

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.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #304’.

 

Unfinished Business

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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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #300’.

Featured Image:
Photo by Tandem X Visuals via Unsplash.

 

New-Age Oases

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?

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In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #93’ & Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #287’. 

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Featured Image:
Photo by Milan Vasek (www.milanvasek.com).

Forest Romance

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.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #285’.

Featured Image:
Photo by grace wang on Unsplash.

A Piece of Cake

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

It was “us”!

“I stand here looking at the graduation photo of our bachelor’s degree, wondering how the ugly you became so beautiful when posing like me”, she teased and continued on phone just hours before her post-graduation.

“All thanks to the photographer who

A Run Alone

Why do I have to run with people always?

Today, I choose to run alone in a beautiful place, to clear my head.

I now feel that I’ve got the right mindset to get into the season, just like this field that’s been tilled at the right time before the sowing starts.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #276’.

Image by Jonathan Leppan on Unsplash.

Cloth Garland

Quarantined, we can’t get down to use the community space nor go upstairs to use the common terrace.

To feed our hungry mouths, the closest vendor supplies groceries at our doorstep once a week, reaffirming humanity at the most needed times.

In addition, thanks to her for gifting us a smile with a photo of our home captioned, “Thanks for the warm welcome with your wonderful cloth garland!”.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #275’.

Image by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash

Mockingbird

To those who’ve forgotten their lips curve up, he serves as an immovable charm.

By simply transferring his lovely smile, he inspires them to keep a step ahead and lift their flights.

People love finding comfort in his eyes, for he’s a mockingbird who sings the music of life with innocent vibes.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #270’.

Mirage

I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.

I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”

Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #265’.

Blurry Veil

Is my brain befogged, or is everyone except me really looking out of focus?

Is this blurry veil meant to be the symptomatic inkling of isolation in a crowd?

Has the dark tunnel led me to

Desert of Heart

Unable to distinguish between the nightmares of the dark and the brightness of the raging fire burning within, she walks.

All she could do was to traipse in a deserted place holding together pieces from the barren desert of her broken heart.

Will these musical fountains turn out to ber her soothing sprinklers?

A haiku on the same…

Doors and Destiny

There’s a door and I want to walk out. But, this pathway and tired plants are haunted by the living spirits that rarely visit.

Drenched in fears, should I look for a new magic door, or trusting destiny that took me here, should I dare to enter this one which is just a few yards away?

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #244’.

Lone Wolf

When Rune found a friend in me, it was his postures – hunched shoulders, ever lowered head, tucked-in tail, timid and fearful eyes – that portrayed him as an omega wolf yearning for a non-hurting companion.

The scars of terrible abuse could be felt when I patted his back while he sat silently by my side, but that didn’t mean he was loved less by the pack as I’ve witnessed the aggressive ones giving their dear omega a chance to win games at times.

Oddly, today I could feel a deep pain in his eyes that usually held fears and I was assured of my guess when Rune left my side in a direction opposite to that of his usual return, indicating that he has made his mind firm of becoming a lone wolf leaving his natal pack to nourish himself with adequate food and, find or form a new pack for himself beyond his birth territory.

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Wolf Pack Mentality:

I loved this wolf in the photo so much that it inspired me to read about the characteristics of wolf packs.

Deep Reflections

swaying boats salute

reflective classical elements

sleep in canal depths

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Classical Elements:

Classical elements refer to the five forces of nature – Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Space – as specified in many cultures across the world, and are

Retro Outsiders

Approaching a lady at the market place, he told, “You don’t seem to belong here”, showing a photograph of hers that he had captured last week at the same place.

“Neither do I.”

Photo for the prompt

“Why don’t we

Dance of Destiny

Arms outstretched to the sky, with feet so high, they always tried to fly.

A while before, like an angel on a toe, each of them spun to lift spirits and gift joy.

However now, after a dashing performance, wonders vanished and the backstage holds fears, not that of winning but

Flower Children

war heroes’ lost lives

flower shower hailed in grave

aimed at blooming peace

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I had two different interpretations of this senryu.

Terrified Tony – TLT #11

Tina’s pet Tony got terrified when she put his plush toy, which was more like his sibling, in the washing machine to clean it instead of the way she bathes him.

As an effort to comfort his baffled mind, she took Tony to the godown which is

Lost – TLT #10

Celebrations failed when both of them followed the crowd and went missing.

Before silencing due to fear and tiredness, they were clever enough to garner attention by crying and barking loud, without knowing that they were actually screaming out a philosophy.

Those who follow the sea of people usually get lost in its waves.