It is the same Sun. It gets caught between a tree, or between the metallic extensions of modern construction. I like to imagine that it feels suffocated. But it moves away, smiling with optimism. There is always another day to face.
I realize that I have been gripped by claustrophobia, and I projected the same on the Sun. On a brighter day, I might write about its resilience. The Sun, however powerful it might be, has no control on my imagination.
If I talk about you, I talk about the mental story I have written about you – the version which fits in best with MY stories, and project me in a positive light. That version is not YOU.
reflections galore
yet, I’m alone at the core
burning to give more
I serve a purpose, despite
my innate nihilism
Creative Experiments and More 
beautifully written Reena.
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Thanks, Deepa!
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This is sincere and deep, I enjoyed it Reena , I hope you are feeling happy today.💜
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Thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
First in this week…
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Thanks, Sue!
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Reena Saxena’s latest #tankaprose for Sue VIncent’s latest #writephoto!
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Thanks for thr reblog, Frank!
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My pleasure, Reena! 😇
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