MONSTROUS


Inviting, irresistible, drawing in tantalizing fashion to the Promised Land

A terminally elusive destination dotted with infinite mirages

Heartbeat of false promise

Passion along course of wrong turn

Full flight down the bottomless pit

Pull of the crater mouth in full zest

The mystery of self Continue reading “MONSTROUS”

STILL


Wallowing in the murk of pain and perplexity, she struggles to stay afloat

In traumatic sea of despair

Humongous waves overwhelming in mighty toss and pounce

Tails swirl as the ominous hungry sharks menacingly angle on target

She anxiously stares against hope – all strength drained off

Seized with fear indescribable Continue reading “STILL”

MERMAIDS OF THE BERMUDA!


The vital city woke up to an unusually eventful morning. Drama had for the last two years been simmering toward an all time climax following the exultant entry of Alpha the Majestic in the vast continent. Curious citizenry milled around news vendor stands to catch a glimpse of the flashy headlines from the dailies. Business was booming within the numerous exotic city restaurants as the early risers comprising  of the middle class mainly drowned their hot cup of tea, engrossed in emotive conversation. Hundreds of the city workforce held in  a historic morning traffic jam followed proceedings via FM stations afforded in their vehicles. Continue reading “MERMAIDS OF THE BERMUDA!”

THE SONS OF BALAAM


Continued from last week’s Land Mine of the Great Trek…

It’s been said unlike poles attract. As the luminary flew his jet over the plain there was no doubt in his mind he represented an extreme contrast to the kindred underneath. The thought their identity would ultimately take dominion over the earth gave him a strongly repulsive churn in his stomach laced with monumental proportions of anger. As he casually glanced over the detonator, he knew he had turned into a different person. He knew he was doing the wrong thing. But then it’s whom he had become! How could he be so wrong yet feel so right? For he found himself knowing one thing yet by contrast doing a different one all together, this with a guarded eerie sense of ease. Continue reading “THE SONS OF BALAAM”

STRIPPED


My name is Macho. I will fearlessly tell of the moment that forever altered the course of my life. Let’s just say I belonged in relegation, somewhere in the shades of insignificance. Literary. And in every respect. That pretty much for the better part of my life. This was of course enough to have perfectly configured me to be synonymous with defeat. Continue reading “STRIPPED”

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