Reflections- #writephoto

Gokul squatted next to his field, wearing a dirty lungi and a torn vest. This summer had been a harsh one but there was still some hope for the late monsoon rains. He'd worked in the fields since he was old enough to sprinkle seeds, walking beside his father as he ploughed the Sarpanch's fields....

Blood and Death

In silence I witnessed, Strips of flesh torn aside, Bloody footprints running beside; Swords and sticks cast away, As pale corpses littered the way. In silence I witnessed, Their dying breaths struggling to escape this world, As blood-lust comes flooding into my town; The unseen darkness flickering inside, These mundane men ravaging into the night....

If We Never..

Unity in the face of adversity.

The Magic of Hope- #WDYS

This is in response to Sadje's What Do You See #38. Does this image inspires you to write something? Write an original story, poem or a caption. Image credit- Stefan Keller- Pixabay The elderly mage stood waiting at the stairs of the Abode; gaze affixed at the cloudy morning sky. Just then, he heard the...

Identity

This is for to Eugi's Weekly Prompt- Identity. Being born to our families and in our country, we have many identities that become attached to us- race, gender, caste, class, religion, nationality among many others. Often we get so involved in establishing, changing or denying one or more of these tags, that we forget to...

Salvation

As we struggle for our salvation....