Daily Prompt: Protest Ideas Every night when I go to bed I protest against myself. I protest against my inability to take my work seriously. I
Daily Prompt: Vanish
via Daily Prompt: Vanish He sat there for a moment and vanished into the wild. As far as I was concerned, I was left thrilled, curious,
Mothers and Daughters (Daily Prompt: Faded)
Daily Prompt: Faded Mothers and Daughters The colour of her eyes had changed. Faded from deep black to hollow grey. The hair too were silver
The Act (Part-1)
Prelude To do or not to do? To act or not to act? To speak or not to speak? To protest or not to protest?
Love for Sleeping
I keep lying idly on the bed. With one eye still closed I check my facebook updates, whatsapp messages and notifications from Covet fashion ( an online game I am addicted to). Concurrently I can also feel another clock ( inside my mind ) ticking fast.. Tick-Tock, Tick-tock, Tick-Tock… now screaming (like some movie sequence), “It’s time to get up.. You promised yesterday you would get up at 5 every morning”. Who cares what I promised yesterday?
Common War
It’s important we understand if any person from any country succumbs to the virus, Death wins- it is a defeat for the entire human race; if any person form anywhere in the world fights back and survives, Life Wins- it is a win for the entire mankind.
Old Artwork finds a New Place
In solidarity with people across the world in their fight against Covid19, I too decided to decorate my window. An old paper rangoli lying in
Oh Life!
Like a river it flows on an unrivalled path,
high and low emotions pass;
Spend lifetime solving thou riddles Oh Life!
or take a turn and let them surpass.
Four Seasons
Whatever season it is. There is always a new song. The beauty is that the old song does not die, it exists with the rivers, the mountains, the ocean, and with the season itself. So will it exist as I am alive and so will it exist, as I die.
Loving Vincent
“What am I in the eyes of most people – a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person – somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then – even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.”
– Vincent Van Gogh
Desire
Sometimes I desire to be a river, the river of life, meandering through gorges, valleys and trenches, providing life to millions of creatures. On such days I am Generous.
On some days I want to be sky. Limitless, boundless, sacroscant. On such days I am Mystical.
On some days I desire to lay like there is nothing going on in this world. On such days I am Oblivious.
Mind is Everything! 