Do nights turn to days?
Or days to night?
It matters little when you laze
Around with no hope in sight
Or work yourself ragged
Blaming it on the times
As days and nights are logged
As the same in your mind.
Month: May 2020
Dreams and Sticky Notes
He had gone to bed fagged out hoping he wouldn’t have to get up any time before 9 the next morning – and under normal circumstances, since it was a Saturday, he really should have been able to sleep in.
But he was too tired that he forgot to turn off his alarm set for 7 am which he had set so as to complete a pending project.
When the high pitched ringing went off, he was pulled out of a very pleasant dream. It took him a minute to remember where he was and finding himself alone in bed made him a bit sad.
Happy and Sad Tides
January 6 – Afternoon (Loss)
The post new year/Christmas atmosphere is still charged with excitements and greetings of “happy new year” to friends and colleagues you’ve not seen since the new calendar year started.
You know deep within you that it means nothing and nothing is new. After over two and half decades of doing it over and over again, you’d be a fool to not know that it’s all nonsense.
Shadow on the Wall
The minute the countdown hit zero, his eyes flew open. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he sat up and took deep breaths.
Grace watched silently, her pen dangling between her index and middle fingers. She had expected some reaction but she didn’t think it would be this intense.
After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to face her. When he spoke, his voice shook slightly and the fear in his eyes was clearer than day.
“I saw him again. I’m not even asleep and I saw him clearly.”
Understanding Reality: An Autopsy or A Biopsy?
I have a mild interest in science fiction for the simple reason that it is sort of a predictor of what is to come based on reality. While most fictions miss the mark completely, some hit bull’s-eye with uncanny precision.
The most interesting of the lot, however, are those that we never see coming because they sound too ridiculous or those that are presently the case but sound like fiction.
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Fireflies (A Short Story)
The occasional chirping of crickets punctuated the otherwise dead night. He laid awake on the bare floor, naked save for his boxers.
It wasn’t just because he liked the coolness of the ground but also because it gave him a sense of closeness to mother earth.
His eyes had grown familiar to the darkness around him and he could almost make out the outline of the room if he tried hard enough. But he wasn’t trying tonight. Even though his eyes seemed fixated on the vacuum above him, his mind’s eyes were somewhere far away.
Lost in a dream
I wanted to see the world
Not captured on a camcorder
Transmitted to passive viewers,
Nor in the form of mental images
While I read about other men’s travels.
I wanted to be free.
Free to roam, free to be lost.
Listening to nature’s call
To lead me where it wills.