Stuck in my cage

I am not the original

nor will I be the last of my kind

They may cage my body but cannot imprison my mind

Cicatrix of time make me hold my tongue

A lifetime of pretending and basking on crumbs

Proprioception is my greatest ally

But my thoughts are luminous and in outcry

Maybe I’ll never ever break out of this trap

Maybe I’ll never mix it up

But I’ve done my bit to break the cycle

Raised a son who is decent and unbridled

Whose thoughts are unfettered and dogma free

Whose wings are not clipped so he may just be

I am not the original nor will I be the last of my kind

I may not be the strongest but my bit I have tried

Photo credit Pobble365

Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #257 (Basking, Crumbs, Tongue, Maybe, Lifetime, Cicatrix, Proprioception, Last, Luminous, Original, Mix, Pretend) and Photo Challenge #382

Opening Night

Photo: Jonny Joo, One Big Photo

The curtains opened and there was no one there.

Not one soul.

Just rows and rows of empty chairs. The only sound that she could hear in the eerie silence was the thumping of her own heart. Was it supposed to beat that fast? Hurt that much? And why did it feel like the entire place was low on oxygen. Like she was at the top of a mountain looking down at an abyss. All those hours spent memorizing lines, dress rehearsal, it was all for nothing. No one had come and she was a total failure. There would be no audience, no reviews, the theatre would shut her down and her career was ruined. They had warned her. A solo act on opening night was risky. She had taken a chance. She had steeled herself for poor reviews. But an empty auditorium was every performer’s worst nightmare and there was no way to prepare for that. She was a total and complete failure.

A shuffling sound in a far corner drew her attention. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She started making out forms. Slight movement. Low sounds. And then she realized… all the rows beyond the VIP rows were occupied.

Her spirit soared. Her confidence roared. She broke out into a huge smile. And the audience broke out in applause. The show was on.   


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #381

The carousel of desire

Photo courtesy of Sergei Kalinin. http://www.onebigphoto.com

The carousel keeps turning

never stopping for anyone

People jostle to board

Faces eager

Sweatshirts flying

Whimsical longings

like butterflies or feathers

Inflicted

by the vulgarity of desire

Organic

Veiled as necessity

A terrible predicament

Yet

Ply them with truth

Call their bluff

Watch them cling

when the masks fall off

As the carousel keeps turning

never stopping for anyone.


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #380 and Wordle #255: Inflict, Face, Vulgarity, Longing, Feathers, Butterflies, Bluff, Organic, Sweatshirt, Jostle, Ply, Terrible

Doors

Image credit Pobble365

The fickle doors of life

Hints of possibilities

Hinged on perception

Doors for coming through

Mellifluous strains from an era bygone, an anchor, a stall

Cacophony of tin cans, the ghosts of the past smuggling in

Doors for going forward

Phlegethon of a future waiting to be made

Seeking the holy trinity

Scrambling for the golden triangle

Doors – an invitation to a decision

A way forward, a way to escape, or simply an archway to rest

What paths shall I discover, which lanes shall I explore?

Perhaps a divine hint or a coin to flip or an excuse of a Sunday sabbath

Doors shutting on my face

Desperate knuckles knocking on locked doors

Leaving me bereft of sun, sound or breath

Doors – the finality of a decision

Doors morphing into walls, dropping into ravines

The fickle doors of life

Hints of possibilities

Hinged on perception


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #379 and Wordle #254 (Mellifluous, Era, Tin Can, Smuggle, Sunday, Phlegethon, Archway, Hint, Fickle, Knuckles, Flip, Triangle)

For the people

Image credit Pobble365

The councilman leaned back in resignation as the questions hit him like a tornado.

“Are you going to launch an investigation into this matter?”

“Don’t the people have the right to protest?”

“How much is the city going to have to spend to clean this mess?”

“Do you support the budget cuts?”

“Is this a failure of the law? Isn’t this plain truancy?”

Normally a happy and gregarious chap, he hated it when he was forced to comment on delicate matters. This was, in all likelihood, an impetuous protest against yet another reduction in the budget for arts in schools. But a failure to support the people and a failure to control lawlessness were both going to reflect poorly on him.

The councilman beamed one of his usual smiles, and took the podium.

“What you see is not mere graffiti. It is a novel experiment in self-expression and self-transformation launched by the city to help channel our youth towards wholistic expression and to curb the escalating drug problem. We are taking art out of confined rooms and into open streets.”

It was an election year and the councilman knew how to spin any story to his benefit.


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #378, using words from the daily prompts Fandango’s One Word Challenge (lean), Word of the Day Challenge (gregarious), Ragtag Daily Prompt (resignation), The Daily Spur (comment), Your Daily Word Prompt (impetuous) and My Vivid Blog (novel)

Trapping The Sun

Trapping the Sun, @Pobble365

Let me be blunt. I am stealing the sun because I can.

Do not rack your miniscule minds for scientific or astrological explanations. You will find none. Plunging the world into darkness, unleashing pandemonium, and stupefying those terrified mortals, gives me great satisfaction.

There was a time when I was worshiped. I was revered as the precious God of Eclipse. When I approached, they sequestered themselves in prayer.

Not anymore.

They believe that they can predict my movements. They make devices to thwart my spell. Give garrulous talks on what they term as superstitions.

But I am the Sun Thief. I wield the mighty lasso. This day shall be mine.


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #377; using words from the daily prompts Fandango’s One Word Challenge (blunt), Word of the Day Challenge (terrified), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pandemonium), The Daily Spur (satisfaction), Your Daily Word Prompt (garrulous) and My Vivid Blog (precious)

King of the Wordle

“I have diverticulitis?”

“What’s that? An irritating ability to divert attention to yourself?”

black and white ceramic figurine
Adrian Swancar on Unsplash 

He shook his head so vehemently that I half expected it to snap and fly off.

Sometimes it is hard to know the difference between genuine cluelessness and faked innocence. No such doubt here. This schmo definitely fell under the former category. Winning the Wordle challenge would not just get us extra credits but also give us cachet with the literature club. Here we were about to get defeated and he was oblivious of that.

“We are going to lose because of you,” I hissed. “We have but a minute to rap this Wordle.”

Before I could shout any further, he stepped on to the stage and began…

The tocsin is sounding and I step forward like a rocket

Don’t pinch your nose girl, I got the contest in my pocket

I see the people on the fence and their looks so prejudicial

This brother’s gonna lick his wounds when the judges blow their whistle

No lookin crestfallen girl, like your future’s gonna wobble

I may be standing on a pile of shit but I ain’t gonna topple

This brother’s come out of the edges and he’s here to win this battle

Rap is in my blood and I am the king of the Wordle.

<mic drop>

<silence>

<thundering applause>


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #252 (Pinch, Nose, Topple, Tocsin- a signal, especially of alarm, sounded on a bell or bells., Contest, Forward, Crestfallen, Fence, Edge, Pile, Whistle, Lick), and Photo Challenge #376; also Fandango’s Story Starter #5 (Sometimes it is hard to know the difference between…); using words from the daily prompts Fandango’s One Word Challenge (oblivious), Word of the Day Challenge (schmo), Ragtag Daily Prompt (diverticulitis), The Daily Spur (defeated), Your Daily Word Prompt (cachet)

Let me dream awhile

@Pixabay

Wake me not up to the real world

Let me live in my dream a while more

Lest consciousness render beauty friable

Exsiccate me of sweet sweet hope

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Treat me not akin to the foolish

Leave it to poets to glorify tears

The wounds of time need no bandage

No bandage can heal the wounds of life


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #375 using words from Fandango’s One Word Challenge (real), Word of the Day (akin), Your Daily Word Prompt (friable), The Daily Spur (treat), Ragtag Daily Prompt (exsiccate), MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day (dream).

The Rush

The horse gallops so fast that I scream myself hoarse with glee

The clouds above are a blurry streak, the grass below just a green sea

Even the dust kicked up is more like haze in a dream

I am one with the wind, I am no longer me

My pounding heart sings joyous strains of lyrical litany

But I’m not stationary long enough to pen my thoughts upon stationery

A song is lost but a saga is born

– NEKNEERAJ

Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s prompts for (1) Double Take Saturday [horse & hoarse; stationary & stationery] and (2) Photo Challenge #375

Emerging

– Marta Bevacqua

“To be clear, what you’re saying is that…”

“I don’t feel anything for you anymore. Neither love, nor hate, nor anger. I feel nothing.

There is no one thing that we can fix. It’s all the little things.

All the times when you took all those decisions without even discussing them with me… when you dismissed my concerns with a you wont understand… when your want was a need and my need was a want… when your work was sacrifice and my work was duty… when you walked through a room without so much as registering my presence… when you didn’t even notice the light dying in my eyes…  You made me feel unwanted… invisible…

I don’t want to disappear in your shadow. I’d rather live alone in my own light.

So what I’m saying is that I am leaving you because I don’t feel anything for you anymore.”

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Written in response to Fandango’s Story Starter #2 ( To be clear, what you’re saying is that…), Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #374 and Sunday Writing Prompt (The little things).