Newspapers take peoples’ tragedies and force the world to experience all of it.― Rebecca McNutt, Listen is Silent, or The Usurer Centuries older were youWho reduced everyone to an ignorant child.As the sun rose everyday,At my doorstep you arrivedWith fresh tidings ofNovel ideas and events,Of deaths and horrifying stories. Man’s truest chronicler were youWho told stories the…
Tag: life
heart & soul spill – art
Gone are the days when art conveyed a crisp image of the perfect stick figure, with straight lines and a plump, round head. Now every cloud, every scrap of discarded paper and pencils too short to use are all masterpieces to eyes tired of a bleak image, that the world radiates, facilitated by greed and…
Mourn Me Not
The sun,–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist On misty days and grief drenched mornings,When sight…
Where The Lost Thoughts Go
(This is a story (edited version) I wrote for Diamond’s Photostory contest. It was very much an impulsive write and I apologise in advance if it appears nonsensical). I saw him from a distance. It was a mere glimpse, but I registered so much of his face in that tiny fraction of a second. He…
Quiddity
“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”― Ken Kesey, Kesey’s Garage Sale Through a seam in the fabric of existenceDoes the day’s soul leak…
Rise of Religion
In a world where progress is constantly being redefined, morality and ethics questioned; there is one aspect of the human experience that has remained firmly rooted to man’s conscience, occasionally swaying but never faltering – religion. I have developed a general appreciation for the numerous religions people practice worldwide and have grown rather interested in…
This Brown Skin
I see the way you look at me, With pity in your eyes, I see the hatred in your gaze- But this brown skin, it’s a prize. I feel the disgust you throw my way, It’s really hard to miss… But this brown skin, it is evidence-Of the Sun’s loving kiss. I will still go…
Free
“I’m done.” Her house keys landed on the entryway dresser for the final time. She noted how the jingle made its usual ‘welcome home’ sound… Yet she was running in the other direction. “I’m finished.” He pulled up in his tattered red station wagon, the homiest sight that could have welcomed her. The screen door…
Peer Pressure
Thank you so much for tagging me, asic! She has a wonderfully diverse blog where she talks about her current obsessions, interests, favourites and more. Check it out here! (I was tagged for this tag in the beginning of February. Sorry, asic!) Rules ➼Link back to the creator {Random Thoughts of My Fandoms}➼Provide a link…
In Burgundy
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Under a temporal roof, doesThis tale take place.When they refused to standFor fear of falling,In Burgundy, we chased the stars. Forgotten thoughts left to oscillateBetween realms unknown, were all we were.As daisies* witheredUnder stares of scrutiny,In Burgundy we blossomed. Victims of…
