Reena’s Exploration Challenge #137

Welcome back! I hope you are all getting used to the new normal, and even welcoming it as a fountain of creativity. The next few years will see a lot of art, literature and drama being dedicated to the new normal. We are always in a process of change. While we were still struggling to …

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #136

I just happened to type out these lines – aimlessly, without a prompt or plan or intentional play of words. It might seem jumbled up, and may not make sense in the first reading. PROMPT 136 Anyway, the prompt is to pick up any one line (mention which one have you picked) or gist of …

Volcanoes

The verdict is out. “All four accused found guilty, to be hanged to death….” The defense lawyer is defiant. “I cannot let four young people die for the sake of one girl, who was out on the streets in late hours.” A whisper in the crowd, “Is this man for real?” The nervous speaker has …

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #135

Reena's Exploration Challenge #135 Exploration Challenge #134 brought in interesting perspectives for me. Reading about cosiness of a home made me question my own mental alignment. Am I the only one who sees the bleakness or starkness of the surroundings? Am I the only one afraid of getting lost in those environs? Am I the …

Particles of Infinity

Home is bliss, and will always be. But the starkness outside seems to destabilize mind-sets. The air I breathe for sustenance, water I consume, vegetation and meat I need for survival, all comes from out there. The house was furnished with great care to make it a comfy, soul-satisfying refuge, but the soul now wants …

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #134

PROMPT #134 Happy Home Page on FB Image Credit: Happy Home Page on FB As usual, there is no restriction on length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and copy-paste the link here. If you are choosing a pingback, please check if it has worked. There have been instances of …

Taj Mahal

I see engraved patterns of unusual creativity and exquisite craftsmanship. White-labelling came into existence, when identities were lost in smooth paleness of marble. Taj Mahal is but a sculpted grave, with souls of unknown artists scattered in the invisible graveyard. I don’t see pine trees and the water canal, but hear muffled sounds of creators. …