Tears of silence You make me wet every time One drop every second Slowly and slowly Echoing through the years Pulsing beat by beat Struming along with the river flow Tears of silence You make me want to scream
The rain falls freely Playing beats on my umbrella instinctively The candle burns ferociously Giving my face a glow instinctively The wind swhooshes in abundance Leaving me in a typhoon instinctively We live our lives in ordinance Imprinting this earth instinctively Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/instinct/
There is a word that makes us utter platitudes A word that only allows accommodation of banal ideas With it as our armour, only triviality survives With it we get stuck in a pattern to write the clichés of our lives For the Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pattern/
Not quite dusk yet but instead painted with a light yellow was the sky. Every day the little girl would step out on the same spot on the porch wearing a red dress. She would hold a helium balloon in her hand gently and look up at its own colour of red. She would hold … More a little girl’s story
You are sitting on your couch staring at the other wall with no one around you. Your eyes move from one crevice to another, one object to another. Your ears become acutely aware of the sound coming from the clock every second. Thus a sense of time moving forward overcomes you. But if you close … More Can we only live in the now when all else stops?
Festivities are amidst in India these days with the festival of Navratri being celebrated for 9 consecutive days and ending with Dussehra being the grand finally on the 10th day. Though I do not live in India, I do see the energy, excitement, and colourfulness in photos posted on social media. People getting together to … More discriminating food?
The act of giving yourself permission involves… I have no idea. It must be an art for sure, that’s what I’ve decided. But I do not have the slightest hint of talent in it which makes me quite sad. This art is not within reach. It like the time I imagine a painting in my head … More the art of giving yourself permission
Who are we to punish someone else? After all we are humans too. Who are we to decide the fate of another? After all we can’t even do that for ourselves. Who are we to inflict pain upon the other person? After all we can’t even manage our own pain. Why is it that a select … More Who are we to punish?
What is writer’s block? I often wondered this question when I heard my friends majoring in the arts talk about it. They made it sound so cool though they were in distress. It seemed like the kind of distress I would welcome. One where I’d be sitting on my couch watching the snow fall to the … More Writer’s Block
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around. — Stephen King The above quote is one I return to again and … More life isn’t a support system for art
discovering the unknowns 