I tiptoe like an uninvited guestin a partywhere I was dropped from the skyJeez, I did not gatecrashthis place is crazier than imagination I tiptoe lest the ground partsunderground sounds are scarier than HellI check my wings for reactivationbut someone up there holds controlsneeds to see where I was dropped I tiptoe for souls with … Continue reading Tiptoeing
Remove the blindfolds slowly, lest bright light blinds me again. I’ve crawled underground for ages, not because the gates were shut, but I was not aware that another world exists. I wonder if I was genetically programmed, or cultivated in the petri-dish of ignorance and inactivity. I did not see a reason to suspect anybody’s … Continue reading Point of No Return
He watched her back as she walked out of the door, knowing he would always have her back without letting her know. Not very long ago, she had arrived broken, certain she would drown in the weight of grief, and he offered what she lacked most - a steady shore where she could rest her … Continue reading Bonds that set free
Welcome back! Let's delve into humour this week. PROMPT #453 Here's a comical, slightly sarcastic take on "How AI views humanity" I would like you to read the text and enjoy the image, before you start reflecting on it. 😃 There is no restriction on the length of the piece. There is no deadline unless … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #453
The half-humans you label for future interactionsWhere do their significant parts go?angst, hurt, indignationdeliberate lack of recognition elephants judged on abilityto climb trees or flysilently resolve to crush you somedaythen you label rampage as madnessthey were not meant to fit in your cubbyholesand they never willinsanity is just a level of existencebeyond your caged mindsets … Continue reading Demons
somethingis about tochange options foreverit may be a regime - see cloudsparting call itrevolutionor mass awakeningGod's Third Eye flutters to expresssupport Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #87
You never let me complete a sentenceyou negate my presenceby superimposing your viewson my voiceand making only thoseheard in company zillion invisible screensseparate our identitiesyou don’t realisethat smallness is see-throughinsights dissolve opacitystrengthen independent opinions Quadrille Monday
The last train at 1.30 am never failed to show a world that did not exist – at least during the day. He was privy to many secrets of the night – petty criminals sharing the booty on railway stations, movement of contraband goods on the roads, hookers trying to lure customers and the paanwala … Continue reading Nocturnal
Hope hides between battles, ashamed of itself for wanting peace. Weekend Writing Prompt #490
Yes, perhaps that was youfor a brief pause where views metcoincidentally perhaps… different frames, different strokeswatering soil that roots perspectivesbranching out East and West I’m not the same person I wascommitted to forever growth-your shadow mutates someone walking besides mewho knows not where to goyet counting steps… I walk alone – stubborn and strongit was … Continue reading All that Dawned at Sunset
