Trance

Writer Ravenclaw

Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/reenas-xploration-challenge-272/

A new way to watch television, going on brain wavelength, and companies like Sky, and Virgin taken over. Entertrainment they called it. Training your brain to be immersed in a world so perfect, what was going on outside mattered little.

In a trance like state, you could stream all your favourite shows, even walk with extinct creatures if you wanted to. Wildlife programs were always popular. A trip to Africa. Certainly sir, madam. All you need is three hundred credits and the world is yours.

Strobscopic, the company you could also work for, making components for the machines, readily used in homes across the world. Nobody knew who invented this new device, but being part of your own entertainment, enlightening.

Chelsea could remember a time, when she was in her thirties, going to the supermarket, buying her shopping. Driving her car into the country – of course…

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Equality in Everything

“Equality is giving everyone a shoe. Equity is giving everyone a shoe that fits. Justice is when we don’t need to give everyone a shoe because they can get their own shoe and that shoe will fit.”

A Unique Title For Me

Does making things equal for everyone go against the law of survival of the fittest?  If everything were equal in this world, what would happen to competition?  Motivation is a driving force of human life and without it, nothing would ever be accomplished.  In Animal Farm, George Orwell said that “All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.”  Power is always abused and there is no such a thing as an honest politician.  Most people are destined to be followers because they lack ambition and the determination to be in charge.  It has been said that “Equality is giving everyone a shoe.  Equity is giving everyone a shoe that fits.  Justice is when we don’t need to give everyone a shoe because they can get their own shoe and that shoe will fit.”  Equity is the quality of being fair and impartial and that is more…

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Life reflected in the liquid

Rantings Of A Third Kind

“Life reflected in water no less, ready to dive in?” Gun Roswell

Life reflected in the liquid

Life can be scaring, living it that is

But if you feel real daring, don’t let it

Stop you from diving in

Just like the blue liquid, take a spin

Dive real deep inside of the whirlpool

Even if you might feel like a total fool

Simply let it all go

And just let the eternal flow

Guide you to wherever you feel

Even if the future seems unreal

Because if you’d do not dare

Then the much bigger scare

Will be the regret at the end

Of life without living having spent

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Masterpiece- Reena’s Xploration Challenge #270

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/03/02/reenas-xploration-challenge-270

Prompt#270- we have a picture prompt to bring out the glory of colors. It’s up to you to bring out the glory of women with your prose, poetry, art, tribute, memory, or anything that inspires you.

TOUCH-UP

Life is like a painting
even if you make a masterpiece 
you can't sit idle
you can't take it for granted
you always have to be vigilant
to touch-up
wherever the color fades 

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VISION

Life was like
A never-ending trail in the desert
Colorless
You came up with a palette full of vibrant colors
To fill my world 
With colors of
Love and friendship
Dreams and hopes
I'm overwhelmed but
I fear
Your hope of evoking a sense of colors in me is futile
I wonder 
Whether
Just painting light into my eyes
Will give me the vision
 

When she bleeds, she bleeds in technicolor

Keep it alive

Physically weak

Mentally strong

Women the epitome

Ofinherent strength

Shoulders the burden

Carries the entire weight

Of the family she helps raise

There are so many faces of her

Each in its own way perfect

My mother, my sister, my daughter

In every role she excels

Even when she bleeds

She bleeds in Technicolor

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Written in response to; RXC PROMPT #270, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

#WomensDay

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The Ravaged Canvases

somkritya

Indifferent, Intolerant, greedy humans,

Suffocating this beautiful world

She has been abused for so long

Crying rivers, moaning forests,

Drooping shoulders of mountains

Do you not hear their silent screams, they are deafening

Days and nights filled with pain and agony

Animals caged, hunted, decorated on wall

Is that what you do to everything you love?

The swirls of butterflies, the hymns of nature

Almost gone, it is a world haunted by their existence that was

Global warming, tsunamis, earthquakes

Are you not scared of the nature’s wrath?

She wants to feel safe again

Refuge from this long ongoing slaughter

She has been leaving cues and requests

For the wise to see and act

She misses the joys of rain; she wants her spring back,

And she wants Inspiration, love and humour

Humility, harmony, playgrounds

She wants the chirping of birds

And the chase and play of wildlife in their

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The Lambretta Girl

She saved the world a zillion times…

somkritya

This is a story

Story of the Lambretta Girl

But tell her that and she would tell you to change the title to story of a girl whose Father had a lambretta.

Ok,Fine whatever the title,this story has two heroes,the Girl and The Lambretta.

This girl was born on 16th of may on summer of 73 to Parents who knew just one way to live life-to be alive and aware at all times.

she grew up in a house where giving,sharing and caring for others was as normal and as easily done as breathing.

They used to travel a lot,short or long trips,meeting relatives, trekking,morning walks,going to shopping in the nearby city,you name it..

They would just get up,take whatever needed and go out to celebrate life.

That was where and this was how she learned to live life.

And although trekking and morning walks were fun,nothing could ever come close…

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amuse-bouche

i met my muse there
i found a reason to smile
read this as a poem
or label it a prose
today i don’t care

somkritya

read this as a poem

or label it a prose

today i don’t care

all i know it should make sense

horizontally or vertically

all i know

it should touch your soul

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i was looking for my  muse

in the lush greens

tranquil blues

rustic browns

and found lot of songs

but nothing could quench

my thirst today

nothing could calm my soul

≈≈

and then i went out into the streets

saw a man selling fruits

His face had more wrinkles

than his crushed old cloth

but how beautiful was he

each wrinkle a story

each line a song

yesterday a soldier

today a farmer

love and sacrifice

running in his veins

i met my muse there

i found a reason to smile

read this as a poem

or label it a prose

today i don’t care

≈≈

i saw a little kid walking on road

holding his…

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Jungle,Bungle,Tungle,Gungle,A Pre-story

For mamas

somkritya

I love telling stories,specially when the eager ear is that of a kid and its bedtime.Kids are great story partners with superb imagination powers and what i love the most is how they would take a string or character from your story and ask you hundred things about it and by the time you realise what has happened you are already light-years away from the story you may have somehow build to get them to sleep.

I call them pre-stories which sometimes start developing or taking shape as soon as you say once upon a time….

Pre-Stroies are very interesting and full of fun,but you do need a lot of patience to let them develop.

The one below is one such pre-story, a fun light tussle of imaginations…a kid happy asking questions and a mom trying to stick to the storyline 🙂

hope you enjoy reading it –

Once in a faraway…

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Trigger to Tigger

There was a time not long ago
you and i talked about bringing in new waves of change

somkritya

Not much to say,sometimes all the negativity around just leaves you baffled. you wonder it was the same air you were breathing,same food you ate,same jokes you laughed at and still one got lost all consumed with hatred and animosity towards others who had no idea what was going on in that one mind.

There was a time not long ago

you and i talked about bringing in new waves of change

there was a time not long ago you hated hate

there was a time not long ago you had dreams

there was a time not long ago you loved love

when did you dream this new dream

when did you start working on this nightmare

when did your wrath kill your smiles

when did you stop being human

every day brings in new horror ..it is sad that the string that was supposed to keep us together is covered…

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