The Inscription

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I was reading to a room full of people when someone interrupted with a question about my first short story. I said something about being a novice writer and how I have grown ever since. When I resumed reading, the words fell out; the printed words rolled and fell out of the book. Some scattered on the podium, some on the floor, some fell on my clothing. I tried to resume the reading, but there were no more words left. I turned the pages back and forth in panic. The book had emptied out and the empty pages mocked me, ‘You built a career on stolen words, now the words got stolen from you.’ Continue reading “The Inscription”

Comfortable Silence

Where human bonds run so deep,
To have withstood the test of attrition – time and time again;

That discord and harmony could co-exist peacefully,
When substantive conversations dissolve pretense and insecurity,
That neither has the need to coddle the other emotionally,
Where one is at ease with the other as with oneself –

Is when, the uttered word becomes redundant
And shared silence becomes comfortable.

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Freedom and Joy

Do what makes your soul shine
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Through the labyrinths of a rigid society,
Gropes for freedom –
A shackled mind.

Probing the myriad depths of the universe
Is an unfeeling heart –
In a quest for joy.

Alas! we know not
To search within ourselves.

To look at the rendition of life,
Not heed the blemish,
But to rejoice in its blessings, is mirth itself.

To unshackle the mind from prejudice and bias,
Rise above narrow divisions,
Is what freedom is all about.