Tumbleweed by Terveen Gill

Dry, withered, desolate, broken from my roots.

Driven by the wind, a perpetual rolling mass.

Tossed around as pleased by forces that supersede. They are unaware that it is I who no longer cares.

Objections arise when there’s fire in the belly and passion in the heart. Why talk of dreams that were doused long ago? Is it justified to mourn what never was but could have been?

You see me and then unsee me. There’s no beauty in my scattered being. I breathe the dry and dusty air; it mingles with my frayed persona. Catch me if you can. But who wishes to associate with failure and desperation.

Better sense says – salute the rising sun. Half-told, unbaked stories languish in open spaces, not an ounce of shade nor a blade of grass. Barren lands invite me, they promise to keep me, but there is no home that will respect me.

I’m neither here nor there. Time laughs at my predicament. It offers me chewed and spit out remnants that others have surrendered. I am ashamed but pretence is my second nature. You won’t catch me slowing down to catch my breath.

Roll, roll, roll.

Tumble, tumble, tumble.

My hands and knees are grazed, but it’s my spirit that bleeds. Silence is the language I speak. Do you have the ears to hear? Broken yet not dead, I’m carried to distant places. Every inch of land looks the same.

The rocks and stones whisper indecencies, wishing I stumble upon their ragged exteriors. It’s impossible to fall when you have never risen. I can’t argue. It’s not my place. So they wait like hungry hyenas.

If only someone would call out my name. If only a hand would reach towards me.

But I know better.

Nobody really cares for tumbleweed…

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  1. Buen texto! Terveen regards juan

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Mr. Juan. I really appreciate it.

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      1. Terveen… please only juan (Mr. juan en España es como si yo tuviera 100 años jaja)

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  2. Terveen, the tumbleweed melts at your words. Very intriguing write. There were so many elements of truth in the passages. Well done!!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Shobana. 🙂
      At times, the feeling of despair and loneliness is so overwhelming.

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      1. Yes, it sometimes get that way. You can always find a friend in me during those times, if ever:)

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  3. “Better sense says – salute the rising sun. Half-told, unbaked stories languish in open spaces” This is simply a brilliant line of verse. Well done!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Stephen. Means a lot coming from you. 🙂

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thanks a lot, Ayieko. I’m glad you felt the vibes. 🙂

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  4. BBYCGN dice:

    I enjoy your vivid imagery in the context of “show, don’t tell”. Your writing is excellent!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much!
      I appreciate it. 🙂

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  5. Jeff Flesch dice:

    Wow. What a profound story, Terveen. The feelings you create in this piece are deep, raw, and so well expressed. Many a human being, at times, feels just like this tumbleweed. Wonderful story. 😊

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thanks so much, Jeff. 🙂
      I’m glad the emotions came through.
      Yes, we all have felt like this at some point in life.

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      1. Jeff Flesch dice:

        You’re most welcome, Terveen. Have a locket Sunday, my friend. ☺️

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      2. Terveen Gill dice:

        Have a lovely Sunday too, Jeff. 🙂

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  6. This is brilliant Terveen. You have taken a break from short stories and created an artistic piece 🙂 I really enjoyed this one. Well written.

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thanks a lot, Vignesh. Yes, it is a bit different. No murder or humor, but a lot of hurt and sadness.
      I appreciate the encouragement. 🙂

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      1. Lol, yes its so unlike you without murder and humor 😀 😀
        Welcome 🙂

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  7. haoyando dice:

    You remind me the wind swept landscape of Mongolian steppe, where even the weed and the sparsely populated trees are earthy colored. The landscape is barren looking. However I have a heartache for it. I dream of it and wish good things happen to it. People there know how to handle a life in such a land.

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Haoyan. This really touched my heart. One’s homeland always holds a sacred and special place. 🙂

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  8. So much truth here Terveen.
    I especially loved “It’s impossible to fall when you have never risen. I can’t argue.”

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Patricia. 🙂
      No arguments at all.

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  9. Diti Sen dice:

    Excellently written, Terveen. I don’t know why but it made me think of the plight of the world’s refugees.

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Diti.
      Yes, that’s a sad but very appropriate example.
      No home, no comfort, no dignity.

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  10. this is great! ahh the misunderstood tumbleweed lost, tossed, dried-out ….fantastic writing!

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    1. Terveen Gill dice:

      Thank you so much, Jay. So many lost souls out there. An ode to them and their misery.

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