Unfortunate

The sight is scary - bodies found floating in holy rivers. Scarier are the human vultures mud larking on the shore, on a spree to find jewels on dead bodies. They don’t realise the families of the unfortunate dead were too scared of infected bodies, and too poor to afford a proper cremation. (52 words) … Continue reading Unfortunate

Oceans in the mind

water is not blue it flaunts colours of sky skies are an illusion the world basks in filtered light reflections galore conclusions galore Our minds being ultimate reflectors -partial absorption changes the world and how we see it https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/11/20/weekend-writing-prompt-236-blue/

Holding a mirror

If I hold a mirror to you, will you recognise yourself? You may call me disfigured, broken or ugly You may say conforming is the only way to go Will you see shades of your fractured self in me? You may call me disfigured, broken or ugly For all that is different, is alien to … Continue reading Holding a mirror

Vellichor

It’s the same room.  The table fan and bookshelf are replaced by contemporary versions. The bookshelf is a wall-unit in W shape with few lightweight books and three soft toys. “Who reads anyway?” My uncle says sheepishly. Yet, vellichor makes me feel my late grandfather’s presence there. (48 words) https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/10/30/weekend-writing-prompt-233-vellichor/

Darkest hours

https://open.spotify.com/episode/3WFDOjpHKqpTgSMB21d7J0?si=N6-aUB7BTd-9oNX_D60uiQ&dl_branch=1 She constantly brushes against invisible shadows. She develops physical symptoms to eliminate toxicity, but nobody believes that the shadows are real. She watches their fireside chats passing judgement on people they don’t know, and who won’t acknowledge their existence. She hears them giving advice nobody wants to hear. She ridicules posturing as jailors, with … Continue reading Darkest hours

Caboodles

I moved the whole caboodle to a new premise yet bits and pieces lie scattered on deserted floors broken glass with stains of blood sticky particles that defy definition neither carbon or oxygen they just obstruct respiration when I breathe free in my dreams unpacked caboodles release unknown devils strategies to deal with the unfamiliar … Continue reading Caboodles

Shadow Work

She is happy being alone. She is busy with shadow work. Facing her hidden triggers, her demons every day, and not blaming them for being bad….. They are real. They are her. She brings them out in the open without waiting for a trigger. It’s her life. It’s her portmanteau. Two sides struggling to unite … Continue reading Shadow Work

Find a new dream somewhere

Why don't you bury those ramshackle dreams?You've come a long, long way from thereBurn all bridges, just charge ahead full steamIt doesn't matter if you know not where You've come a long, long way from thereDon't let those chains shackle your nimble feetIt doesn't matter if you know not whereKeep walking, till you find a … Continue reading Find a new dream somewhere

Exploring

A guru told her about a magic plant to change life for good. Effects are slow, and finding the plant takes even more time. There she goes on a hunt, with online search, guides, users who vouch for it …. and finally finds it. She’s elated. Time and money spent does not matter. The plant … Continue reading Exploring