My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…

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Guardian Angel

Forget about happy endings. Happiness shouldn't end. Create a mosaic of moments, Sad, happy, happy, sad. Lend me some of those, The thoughts you push back Every time a fresh one arrives. Your discarded ideas fall through a wrinkle. Right into my lap. Let me be the catcher of the dreams, You had never dreamt.…

Why So Serious?

Duzan Domestica, however, had been too long in this line of business to miss why this green-skinned, strange looking girl was there in his clinic. Despite her emotionless face and heavy makeup, her smile lines were more than visible. Fanning out at the corner of her lines were several small wrinkles resembling a cat’s whiskers or a crow’s feet. Then there were the horrible concaves bracketing her thick lips, almost conquering her nasolabial region. Duzan focused hard on her left cheek but was not sure what to make of it. He reflected for a while. Then, “Smile,” he sighed and issued the one command that only he could give without risking his life.

Free will, Shcmee will!

All alone in a bathtub, With no water calming my nerves. Naked, I am lying curled up. Foetal style, ready to return. Pure and intact To my mother's womb. I can see, smiling folks Waiting for me to be born. Kick in the air and cry a lot Even if my lungs get torn. Knowing,…

A Perfect Sphere—WringoInk

Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.

As the Pink turned White

   The other day he was telling me that I could count on him.  What a liar! I have seen death. I know you can't rely on mortals. No matter how nicely the fabric of their intentions is stitched, there comes a time when it is ripped off. Sometimes, it fades too, that is, before…

Dream! What Dream?

His father had forced him to become an engineer. At least that was how he liked to tell the tale. That earned him different responses from people. Most of them were sympathetic---outwardly! Otherwise, they were only hiding different judgements behind, "Aw, I am sorry. It must be hard to live somebody else's dream." The real…