planet earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do

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an infidel runs out to the street
to gaze at the five planets which aren’t there,
the whore ties her hair in a bun
to sing to the moon draped behind the clouds,
and the starving mutt barks

creating a collapsing sense of reality,
where sound & vision are marred by
the man who sold the world,

the goblin king wreathing gold coins
enumerating the faces in pain, and
the pain in faces.

how odd is that space of un-belonging,
how dust from stars fall into my eyes
to let me see and let me think, and burn
from ashes to ashes, from skin to skin,

I did relinquish the desire of faith and fate,
I stole the diamonds from his eyes
but they were just buttons with no life,

so in the end, there are only dreams
and that tiny whimsy bit of hope
that has to be quashed, in order
to live.

the whore’s song has died.
the infidel castrated,
the starving has starved,
and I,
I, done with the world.

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A Farewell to David Bowie. Linking it up with With Real Toads.

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Looking for an emerald…

Travelling between

the thin line of

reality and fantasy,

looking for an emerald

that resides in me,

.

I stumble through distant paths

get burnt by dragon’s tongues,

 I climb the mountains

to see no sun

but be struck by lightning

in search of something

that is nowhere

but inside me,

 .

I dwell in darkness

feast on my own dead skin,

split open my eyes,

looking for that island

where I think the stone is;

 .

fantasy becomes reality

when I last return home,

and find some drops

falling down my open eyes,

they glint with a distinct sheen,

and I realize,

they are the dear stones,

I was looking for,

in the realm of fantasy,

 .

all the time,

them being overlooked

by my heart,

but present

in my own reality.

*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.

Painting: A 100 Word Story

“Attention!”

Bright sunlight pierced his eyes as he stepped into the fine painting and heard a loud baritone, “Attention!”

He looked around to find out the place of origin of the deep voice. But there was nobody around nearby, except for a guard standing alert with a rifle facing upwards, held in his palms; his face impassive, devoid of any emotions and his dark eyes sparkling.

There were people at a distance but he was sure nobody could see him and the still life beside him.

“What are you looking at?” spoke someone from behind.

He returned back to the reality.

copyright –Managua Gunn

*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

LIFE ISN’T A FAIRY-TALE

Movies- Especially those which claim(or are partly meant) to show some part of the real life….

Here’s my simple definition for those movies- false perception of something real!

The life projected by movies, by varied books, by those “successful” sort of people we envisage to be in our dreams– its all fake.

Because there is no life without problems… Problems even arise in the life of  that person who claims to be the happiest person in the whole world(well, I don’t think someone would go on bragging about something like that). That is the central point around which our life rotates.

Life is a blend of joys, gloom, love, hatred, beauty and drastic things. Life consists of the moments- the million moments, both happy and sad, both memorable and necessarily to be forgotten.

Why?

Because

LIFE ISN’T A FAIRY TALE…………

I have always heard of one particular quote about life- Life is as we take it… Huh? Complicated? Right!

So, instead of explaining some silly-billy quote, I would rather talk about the life which isn’t a fairy tale. Well even in fairy tale, the princesses and the fairies have to deal with villainous stuff:-

1. Rapunzel had to get across her evil guardian to meet the boy of her life.

2. Snow White had to go into deep sleep because of the evil plan of the wicked Queen.

3. Cinderella had to face the agony while living with her evil step-mother and her daughters.

Take any fairy tale- it isn’t an easy tale either.

So, how could we believe that the life is going to be full of happiness and joys and blossoms and love.

Well, those who believe so and those who defend the false projection of a life like this- you’re wrong. Be practical or psychological, theoretical or philosophical, spiritual or material, you’re definitely going to see through the dark curtain which makes you believe that someone’s life is perfect and makes you grieve for it.

Life isn’t a fairy “tail”

It is just like a boat’s first sail

How it floats on the water

With a hope of smoothness later

How it appears with a strong sweetness

But indeed it faces the water’s hardness

How it sets the sail forward

Of course it isn’t meant for the coward

How it moves, sets towards the destination

It doesn’t project the charm of the mansion

How it struggles in its path

Facing the natural wrath

Life isn’t always beautiful

It need one to be dutiful

Tackle the difficulties even if it is hard

Since it has to reach the final yard.