Hey, you twinkling, shining starTell me what you think of us How do you feel when cuties sing?Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star…Do you keep the game upunseen in harsh sunlightto please those tiny soulsor shrug it off as inanity? Hey, you twinkling, shining starTell me what you think when Someone looks up in searchof someone they … Continue reading Hey, you twinkling, shining star
I found references to salons run by women in the Age of Enlightenment. Madame de Pompadour (1721–1764) used her influence at the French court to support philosophers like Voltaire and foster intellectual exchange. Germaine de Staël was another key salonnière, promoting Enlightenment ideals and offering platforms for thinkers. Writers and Philosophers Mary Wollstonecraft (1759–1797) authored … Continue reading Role of Women in the Age of Enlightenment
The patient is amused to see the doctor’s child walk into the clinic to seek permission for going to the movies. The doctor looks flabbergasted, mutters a half-hearted yes, and sees his youngest child run in excitement to share the good news with his siblings. “Doctor, does every movement at home need a nod from … Continue reading Navigating Power
Welcome back! PROMPT #449 I have chosen two lines from an essay on Shakespeare by James Baldwin No time can be easy if one is living through it. That is why he is called a poet Include one or both the lines in your piece, with no reference to Shakespeare. The line of thought needs … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #449
The highlighted text calls again from fluttering pages. I can’t be caught on the wrong foot, while talking to a person I’ve admired for decades. fluttering pages callsteps trace imagined voices,doorways turn to truth My favourite author has moved to a place closer to mine. It feels strange, as mentally, I’ve always felt closer than … Continue reading Fluttering Heart
HAIKU branches bid goodbyesilently drop yellow leavesmoon reflects colours KIMO how many seasons rolled off the earth's edgebreathing unheard stories; palelight invites life's evening Tanka Tuesday No. 83
It does not excite me any more-getting drenched in the rainsailing paper boatsrescuing a puppydespite soiled clothes I’m not blessed any moreclouds warnthunder threatensthe sky hums different tunesI cannot touch my childhoodexcept in old albums Quadrille #256
The diversity of opinions across the world, in describing an owl is baffling. The West sees it as a symbol of wisdom and associates it with Greek Goddess Athena. Indians have strangely made is a carrier of the Goddess of Wealth. It speaks of wealth entering households in the dark, allegedly by unethical means. It … Continue reading Owls
Exploring guilt, judgment, and the echoes of the past, this reflective piece questions the nature of crime, revenge, and invisibility in human connections. Through vivid metaphors of jungle peace, echo chambers, and unseen struggles, it examines how voices of the past shape suspicion of the future and the silent battles within the self.
The path is smooth; yet we stopfrown with a sideways glanceI don't want to say it, but you knowthe bugbear is the past frown with a sideways glanceWhat lies in the mistthe bugbear is the pastI can't shed it; I feel low What lies in the mistThe path is smooth; yet we stopI can't shed … Continue reading The BugBear
