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I’m taking a slight detour from the usual method of concocting prompts.
I used an online prompt generator, and found four interesting sentences.
- I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! … And this knife I found.
- I’m sick and tired of being called ‘mortal’ like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
- Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
- Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so…
There is no compulsion to use one of these lines as a theme for your piece, though you may choose to do so. Just mention the line chosen before you start your piece.
Alternatively, you can come…
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Jhoothi shan ke dam per jeene wale,
Jindagy ki sadgi ko Kaise samjhenge!
Jhuthi taaliyon per khush hone wale,
Dil se nikli duaon ko kya samjhenge!!
Jinki jindagy kat gai dikhawa Karne me,
Vo dil ki gehraiyon ko kya samjhenge!
Koi samjhana chah ke bhi na smajha paega,
Vo rishton ki názakat ko kya samjhenge!!
People living on false pride,
Can’t understand the simplicity of life!
Those who rejoice in false bottoms,
Can’t understand the prayers coming from the heart!!
Those who spent life in show off,
They can’t understand the depth of heart!
No one will be able to explain them,
They can’t understand the fragility of relations!!
intertwined with love
is a win-win situation
if it fails
you experienced love
if you win
you ask for
A sharp turn on the road, and I lose sight of you.
I’ve never liked your ways of manipulating visibility. You appear, disappear and reappear at will. The manner and mode can change. It leaves so much open to interpretation. Do I need to travel to find you at some other turn? And succeed only if you’ve not changed color, shape and form.
Magical, yes. Actually much more than that. Your name suggests that you should always be transparent, above board. Fingers of accusation or suspicion cannot be raised on you.
Maybe, you are not at fault. Maybe, someone else twists you out of shape.
But aren’t you supposed to stand for yourself, to facilitate things for others?
Your name is Truth. You are nothing less than the ultimate.
I watch with disbelief unidentifiable pieces of a splintered self mock and challenge like ten heads of Raavan never at peace with each other I search for the base on which rest pieces of a damaged psyche Re-engineering too needs a logic in the face of bullets flying from all sides I redefine the self but the logic shifts every time I try to justify the stance of a particular piece I break the mirror let battles rage Peace is something I fear -It will reveal fallibility of a thought process I take pride in -It will take away my guns pointed at others the power I revel in Harmony scares enemies might come together to wage new battles again compelling a new stance a justification dance as accusations continue to rain I’ll break the mirror many more times https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/05/16/what-do-you-see-134-may-16-2022/
Treat the two images as two stages, and write about what happened in between. You can change the order as you wish, or even add more stages in between.
missing our heated discussions
cups of tea or coffee
meeting was over
promises of meeting again
everything is virtual
one to one
We called it the lightning tree. Stunted and blackened it stood resolute, stark against the moon-bright night, while shooting stars circled wildly over the soft, velvet plain. Here we farmed, here cattle roamed over long-stemmed grass and here we were happy.
but drought-stricken land
thirsted for seven summers:
grass withered, we fled.
The lightning tree still stands, its final branch fallen, the stars the only witnesses. Finally, the rains return, falling softly, pattering on the parched land, washing over sun-bleached rocks and the desolate dried-up plain.
the ground drinks deeply
yellow and pink flowers bloom
but no-one will see.
The lightning tree still stands, but no-one sees but the stars.
Image credit: Tasos Mansour @ Unsplash
The image shows a crooked tree with bare branches. In the background stars in the sky can be seen forming streaks in a circular fashion.
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