The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/
It's your day, The chimes strike the notes you wish, Each moment your own, And yourself. All this while, You have been trudging by, Doing what been told. A cataclysm, One morning, And you woke up from that reverie. You shook up the cobwebs, Opened the mind's windows, As sunny warmth fragrant, And vernal gush,… Continue reading Just You
Seeking truth of life, Unveiling many facets, She found it inside. The feigned guise all time, Simulating make believe, She saw through it all.
Plastic! Garish and loud, Supple and light, It fits everywhere, All Pervading, Omnipotent, Omniscient. It has moulded all facets, All supports now plastic, Love and camaraderie, Both too cast in that mould. As I cast an eye around, Delving into the debris, Searching for a tenable hold, My hands clutch, Only that plastic cold!
When that cauldron overflows, Surging, The vent bursts open, Spewing out the simmering lava, Burning with its latent heat, Stoked over years. It flows out, It just flows, Overwhelming, Consuming, Reckless of what comes on its way. It wants to break free, The volcanic dam unshackled. It just flows, Meandering down unknown slopes. It does… Continue reading It just flows
There is beauty in your imperfections, The things that are most true, Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks, You stumble on your sentences, Forget the words that you need, You are real, To those parading as perfection, Pay them no heed, For it is you and how you feel, It is you and those… Continue reading Be You
A beautiful thought from Bhagwad Gita... Our lives, What? A travail of unrequited desires, A quest to fill coffers, With so many and so much. The quench insatiable, Always wanting more, Never happy. And one day, It is all gone. Just in a whiff. All his life, Having been, Tantamount to not been, For he… Continue reading Life -it is….
Life goes on, On and on. On one day, And another, It is the same. So? I ask , Ask this, This to myself, So often. But? But what? Life will go on, On and on, A punctual clock, Each day the the same, Each minute the same, Each second the same. And I? I… Continue reading A soliloquoy