Tag: writing
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The “y” (Flash Fiction)
The cold dark office was not an inheritance of anybody, yet Mr. Mike inherited an old used notebook from a staff member who was supposed to work there, yet never joined. There was a riddle on the last page of the notebook, the riddle belonged to Victor, who created it and held the key. Victor…
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alternate reality
undefined river overflowing barren sky The invisible ink dried up without a mark, but it wasn’t symptom free. The eyes knew that it was there even though it couldn’t see, it perceived an irritation that wanted to shut it down till undefined. night owl sitting straight without fail Failure isn’t an option when it can’t…
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always with you
if zero happens zero timesthen what happens is infinite. just like our lovethat never happened anywherebut still there everywhere.. everything anonymoushas a name that’s you every breath hidestears for you.. wish had a wordthat reaches you,then there are thoughtsthat are always with you
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Once Again…
once again the page is blank,an unsolved mystery,many unanswered questions all lying mysteriouslyoverthis barren abode of silence, apathyis what we see,apathyis that not felt? over this space are castings..parched, non-existentpang of heart
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this game
entangled on a chessboard of purple plaids in tesseract where time is mundane tired of this sickness– one day plaids another day.. in black and white why on earth is this maze? so gruesome and wasteful– this game
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Anonymous While Seen
the mood is literary the cloud is anonymous the breeze is here to stay as the steps meet Anonymous… that can’t be named but is there, that can’t be perceived yet, can be seen Anonymous.. the trickster holding magic veil over every walk of life
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Colours lost in shadow
“Colours: green, yellow, maroon, red, blue or any other, choose one. No matter whatever you choose, you’ll get a colour. A colour that can define sense and sensibilities, really? Is the life seen by you monochrome? Or multi-coloured? Or multi-turned-mono? Call it whatever you like, it will remain whatever I want. And what I want…
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Vacation
Vivacious birds in vivid colours stole her eyes, on a joyous day, before the pre-mature night. Rachita was on vacation, a vacation to the land of her dreams. Canopies crowned the jewel of earth, brook babbled creasing the heart of heaven, laced cobras miles of offshoots, peacocks twerked to the rhythm of heat. It was…
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time (haibun)
I wake you up, don’t I? That’s what you accuse me of. silence splatters egg on floor No, I don’t need an introduction. I put all on you. You accuse me for everything that can’t be held by you. Buds, flowers, fruits, seeds, humus, plants– cyclic, isn’t it? And you claim me for it. You…
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Bubble Bizarre (1)
It was a morning, sun rays entering through windows fell upon white marble floor of a well groomed airy room. Red sofa, beautiful antiques and sophisticated wall hangings. Amid all these beauties, lied a deceptive portrait of a woman in brown saree, the portrait’s face was blurred with water paint and it looked like a…