It’s the Time, to –

It's the time

I have had enough.

Enough of peer, and enough of pressure.

More than enough of awareness.

And also of social conformity.

 

It’s the time, to step down

From the pedestal, and accept

the harsh truth. For acceptance,

is the first step to recovery —

or so they say.

 

But —

I have had enough.

Of pointing fingers, and

of ‘sharing’ responsibilities

I respect family — they adore tradition.

It was my duty, they said

To care, and cure — and nurture

The future of our country.

 

Why should I make a home —

When my richer counterparts

party? After all —

We are all 19.

 

It’s the time, to make a stand

To step up — and step out

To a future of my choice.

Let’s Get It Started!

Wishes abound —
Celebrations galore — lights aglow,
Resolutions, that last a week.


No matter how cynical, the first day of a new calendar year is nothing short of joy. I had a quiet day of rest and relaxation – just the way I like it. Hope you all had/have a good day too.

It’s official; let’s get it started. New year, hopefully happy.

Let's get it started

Seasonal Spirit

Sprits high, nigh uncatchable…
Christmas, most say.
Humbug, some declare.

Who cares?
Rum’s gone.

rum

Merry Christmas, folks!

Farewell, Beloved

Turning thirteen was proving to be a difficult transition for everyone in the family. — Today’s Author

Memories flooded as they all sat in the living room, waiting for the clock to strike. None of them felt the joy of a birthday. Silence thronged.

Rick lay there, too weak to move a limb. How could he possibly know that in a matter of minutes, he would turn thirteen?

How would he have reacted had he been able to move at all?

Kevin forcefully wiped a tear from his eye. Despite his continued efforts, they kept incessantly falling. He looked over at Rick — his buddy, his best friend for thirteen years. Goodbyes are never easy.

Kevin stirred as Rick opened his eyes a fraction. It was the signal; he rushed to his friend’s side. “I’m here buddy,” he said in a falsely cheery voice. Something Rick surely would notice.

Rick blinked slowly, the effort showing in his tiny beetle eyes. Kevin stared back at him, trying to smile reassuringly.

The clock struck, and with it came Rick’s thirteen birthday.

The doctor whispered to Kevin’s mother, “This is the first time I’ve seen a dog live so long. You should be proud.”

Rick was staring, blankly.

Custom Made

“Can you make a three-feet coffin?”

custom made


A short story in six words. Would love to hear your thoughts.