My Ramblings ...
I have a lot to tell, to say, to share ... Just a patient ear who can bear me go on and on ...
Saturday, January 9, 2021
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Monday, December 21, 2020
Bankruptcy of love
Today is the day I declare
Bankruptcy of love.
When I decided to create,
Something called love.
Tried to evoke it
Which is truly spontaneous.
Like those geysers
And those hot springs.
When I decided to sow
Jungle seed and expected
A garden to turn up around me.
And why not when I know
I'm dead inside.
No matter how much I push
It won't lift a leaf in the air.
Such is the power of love.
I feel the charcoal and tar
Like on the roads
Smoldering inside me,
Something which is burning
With fumes around.
Layers upon layers,
So when one burns,
I don't miss the pains.
Always refreshed,
And each layer like
A sheet of paper
Calcines.
Where I am made of
So many things,
And none stick together.
I feel the discrete insides
Of me stitched together.
But more like the pieces
Of a jigsaw puzzle
Shaped like my insides.
So today I give it up
In the name of love,
For I owe it that much.
Finally, today is the day
I declare my bankruptcy.
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Saturday, November 21, 2020
Rise on!
Talk about you, or
Retell a story.
You will find a chord
Strikes closely.
A story of the phoenix
Which rises from ashes.
The hullabaloo of drama
That it encases.
So it does after
It decomposes,
A natural cycle
It endorses.
The tale of yours
So it does differ,
Don't let nature alone
Slide like a winner.
To be quelled
Or crushed
Or grounded
Or scrunched.
Yet scrappy enough
To come up from flames
Burn you all up,
Yet you are game.
You recover from
The torment the tease
An indomitable
Soul with such vim.
To Win or not, it
Extinguishes.
A clobbered loon
Yet it pushes.
Rise on you mate
Not Phoenix so reverent,
Because when you do
You need no precedent.
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Thursday, October 29, 2020
The guilt hangs around
Sometimes in those nights
With ear-splitting din,
It hangs around,
Like a noose,
An albatross around the neck,
The guilt starts to
Choke the pipe.
The elements of doubts
Raise the hairs on arms.
But the chills are
Sent down the spine,
"What do you do my dear?",
A scared, raggedy simpleton
Asks me for a conciliation.
Biding the time,
No dearth of words
But too little to offer,
The child needs wisdom from peer,
A rejoinder thrown across.
"Let the night be spent,
May it fold in
As a nightmare.
A morning may shine upon
Tomorrow."
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Tuesday, October 20, 2020
How to remain stoic
And maybe Seneca replied,
Or smirked the least.
Stoical or not, learn
To find difference.
Chances to make impact,
The littlest ones.
Search for them,
Stare at the hustle
Stay untouched.
Pray at the end
And boy o boy
Find your preceptor,
A beacon who holds
While you wade through
And sling along the mud,
To guide you,
And you walk the stride
With head held high.
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Friday, October 16, 2020
Never without a smile
Do you feel that lingering pierce
Bleeding within you?
It's like a cringe,
For it sinks me
And loses me awhile.
Or is it like the painful divot
Across the bones
Misplaced and formed accidentally
By my heart when it was
Thrown out of its cavity.
Perpetual and enduring.
Its not friendly
But never leaves my side.
It charms to see
A sinking ship infront of eyes.
The gush by then has reached
Deepest beyond my senses.
And all I could was blow
Out a whimper. Probably
The last one,
But not without a smile.
Do you feel the same too?
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Thursday, July 23, 2020
Edge of the World
We lived in the same town, not too big to be called a city. But it had fascinating topography. Amidst the plains which bore the harvest for the whole state lay the shallow mountains which rose out of nowhere. It felt formidable because of its expanse. They say in the ancient times the quarry was the source of lavish livelihood and that had cleaved the mountains in the thing of beauty it was today. Ironical, I guess! Sharp cuts here, turrets-like bulge there. And the most exquisite was the inadvertent narrow jutting, shaped like a bench in the open air, from the west end of the mountain towards the centre of the mound. I think the nature equally contributed to the chiseled architecture.
"So what's all the fuss about then, Inspector? I didn't do anything wrong", I could barely ask around anymore the adrenaline surge was finally wearing off. I could see him trembling few feet away. "It was only a twenty-feet drop, Goddd! And it was I who broke any part of their bodies. He doesn't even look hurt, physically", I advocated for myself lying on the stretcher inside the ambulance.

Prompt 1: First person unreliable pov
Prompt 2: Past tense
Prompt 3: Following pic