The Void

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From the lights of sun,
Glows the entirety,
Presenting the days,
Glows the locality.


Prison the winds,
Prison the air,
Fools you around,
Escapes everywhere.


As the water flows,
Changes no color,
Lucid and transparent,
You own it or rent.


Housed by the soil,
Food and the bed,
The land lushes green,
Even and serene.



Under this even share,
All equal and fair,
Originates numerous lies,
Rests the dirty human game.

The Meltdown

Three Line Tales (TLT) is a challenge put forth by Only 100 Words. The Challenge is to write a three line tale for the supplied image.

Here is my take for the Week Nineteen of the challenge:


It was in a competition.

One could clearly notice that it was nothing like before and unusual from the remaining.

The choco blue berry ice cream scoop appearing just like the earth won everyone’s taste buds!

Letter to Earth

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In response to the daily prompt, Earth,


Image Reference:


I shall stay nearby, Orbit around,
Circle in the sky, Dusty surround.

You go brown, I am red,
Terrain and craters bed.

Dunes, gullies and layers,
Ah! We mighty players.

Solar system houses nine,
A friend close will you be mine?

Dear Earth,
Will you be my friend?
Till the end?
Your neighbor,

You are Under Arrest!

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This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 15 March 2015. The task is to write a short story for the supplied photograph.


“Water, Wind and Fire and Earth were battling to empower on each other.  The battle went on for years and there was no sign of end. It only went on and on.  Water was furious and gushed every now and then. Wind blew so hard that everything went invisible. Fire flamed with extreme vigor. Earth was revolving swift with quakes.

As the battle continued, fire was covered by earth. It formed lava and water hardened it. This is how the huge rocks were formed. Then water started gushing forming this falls. Wind keeps blowing it now and then”.

That’s the story son. Said the dad to his four-year kid who was pleading to tell story of how this falls was formed.

Son smiled, looked at falls and said loudly,

“You Are Under Arrest”

and took a photograph!

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