Oh Rhapsody…

Oh Rhapsody…

How fickle is your mood?

Changing with changing tides

From frolic to solitude.

 

Do you stop for a minute

To take a peak inside

Or to gaze at the skies infinite

To unearth what fate confides?

 

Do you see a pattern?

Governing your randomness?

Do you hear the chuckle?

Of the sways ruling your harness?

 

You are but life indeed,

Bemusing with its various shades,

Changing like changing seasons,

Playing your part in the charades.

Whose Problem?

“I think mankind is lost somewhere… Over time, we have become so shallow, so selfish, so sullen… I think we are losing the grace our race started with”, she said, gazing in an unknown space.

“I think you think a lot.” Her bored companion grinned.”You know… A man who knows only a hammer sees everything as a nail… Don’t think this fits though…”

“But the hammers are being used wrongly don’t you think?” She brooded.

“Hammer guy’s problem. I don’t wanna get trapped in your thought web. I’m going out, if you want to join, get ready in 15!”

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This is my second entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

The other entry can be found by clicking on this link.

In case you haven’t been on that story, following is my take on this week’s prompt:

I see this web as the web of over-analysis and over-thinking in which I have witnessed a lot of people and even myself get trapped many a times. My experiences reflect that while thinking is a must, over-thinking is detrimental to many a dreams and aspirations. And worst of all is generalized over thinking on matters that are not going to go anywhere by your mere thinking. Things like the environment, local or global politics, crime and the works. If something has caught your attention that you find deeply disturbing, then DO something about it – even if that something is starting a blog to build awareness, it’s enough, but don’t sit in one corner and brood sine die! I have met so many “great” thinkers in the little time I have spent in this world, that I think if they actually start doing something about the things they think about relentlessly… this world would be a better place…

Photo Prompt:

Web Of Wisdom?

“So, did you like it?” Grandpa asked, as they were exiting the theatre.

“Unnecessarily extravagant… excessively dramatic…” she was just getting into her usual grove.

“What did you expect?” Grandpa interrupted, “A documentary on nomadic tribes? You with your intricate web of sombre thoughts trap everything that comes your way and dissect it till you have chiseled away everything that’s worthwhile.”

“I have to find a deeper meaning…” she responded.

“Then find it! Do something about it! Don’t sit trapped in this sticky web of fruitless thoughts till they rot you!” Grandpa cut in impatiently, while she smiled self righteously.

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100 words for Friday Fictioneers prompt this week.

I have written two stories this time, both on a similar theme.

I see this web as the web of over-analysis and over-thinking in which I have witnessed a lot of people and even myself get trapped many a times. My experiences reflect that while thinking is a must, over-thinking is detrimental to many a dreams and aspirations. And worst of all is generalized over thinking on matters that are not going to go anywhere by your mere thinking. Things like the environment, local or global politics, crime and the works. If something has caught your attention that you find deeply disturbing, then DO something about it – even if that something is starting a blog to build awareness, it’s enough, but don’t sit in one corner and brood sine die! I have met so many “great” thinkers in the little time I have spent in this world, that I think if they actually start doing something about the things they think about relentlessly… this world would be a better place…

So, those are my 158 words about the 100 word story I wrote. 😀

The other entry for the week can be found by clicking this link.

Photo Prompt:

The Road Oft Taken

She had lost her way to a dingy path. The morning mist was mixing real with the imagery of her tired mind. The solitude of her surroundings struck a chord with her loneliness. The sturdy trees bereft of leaves echoed her existence.  They had forgotten the days of yore when Spring had come knocking. But Spring would come again despite their forgetting. Had she forgotten too?

She stopped near a lone house, inviting her with its empathy and seclusion. Experience counseled that something so fascinating in the middle of melancholy could never be well-meaning. She lingered … then decided to return.

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These are my 100 words for this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s Prompt.

I sought inspiration from a fellow blogger’s post for writing this one… But I did a sloppy job at it… But I strongly recommend you follow this link to know more!

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