Stream of Consciousness
Age of Inflation.
There is a village called Niwana. In which there is an old Seth. He gives everyone dal-sugar and tells everyone, please give money of this price. On hearing this, people say, Seth ji, this dialogue has become old. Every day the price of dal-sugar increases, as if the interest increases on the principal. On hearing this, Seth laughs and says, brother, this is the age of inflation. No matter how much you earn, earning is always a job, it will fall short. Seth said such a thing on hearing which people say, Seth ji, how will this age of inflation kill you. On hearing this, Seth's face wrinkled, inflation eats up some people half and some people full. It has no relation with anyone Still, every house has a son-in-law This son-in-law is expensive That's why it is named Inflation is the age of inflation. What a thing Seth ji Eyes have opened which were closed for a long time The world has suffered due to inflation But while casting vote Let's talk about something else. And then it keeps saying for years Inflation is hitting very hard Keeps singing the same old tune It is the age of inflation.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Unchain Us, Please
Objective: Write a story that includes, at some point, the sentence, "I did what I had to do." Regrets? I have many, of course. But I have no time to feel indebted to them...the regrets. They can be quite demanding of a person's soul and purpose, after all. I don't mind paying my dues, but I won't be cheated out of living. I simply won't allow that.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
a breaker of deals. Content Warning.
we're not in kentucky anymore, and i went there as far as it would always take me back to his bed yet again. misstepping the what's and when's - like it makes a difference in a he said/he said it again. just a battle of will's and won't's. just like i imagined them. like a gentrified chicken chain on every corner. because the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but it's not the only one. i hope you came ready to get messy. finger-lickin gentrified chicken chain, close enough to the real thing, because what even is real in this world? does it have to be a thing? a breaker of deals? wheeling here and there, just to settle down together, forever? over a great big bucket of gentrified chicken chain. we are a family because the box says so. still all in this together? where is north going? is this where we turn different directions? is it too soon to say i told you so? didn't i tell you that you would break my heart some day? i didn't know how or when, but i knew you would and then you did. and i never ate at gentrified chicken chain again.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
