poetry

Layers

A face: collection of masks
layers of conditioning,
years of bias building
the judgements clouded;
if only one could be blinded
to the worldly sensors –
perhaps we can become
a bit of ourself again.

Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge # 69

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fiction

Walk of shame ..

Bestie : Why are you walking like this ?

Me : like what ?

B : Umm.. like different ..

M *obviously panicking* : different .. ha ha .. no , no , not at all.

B: Nopes, I know your walk. This is not you. Oh my god , did you ?

M *pretending hard to ignore*

B: Oh yes , you did. You did it again.

M: I did nothing.

B : What’s the count this time ? How was it , tell now !

M *giving up* : I lost a drunk bet for 100 squats. I can’t wait to get my thighs back to normal now.

B: Don’t. I like your slow walk. I have to run in my heels otherwise to catch up !

M: You are a sadist, you know !

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This post is written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge. And slightly true event with me 😣