The spirituality of climbing up a mountain often overpowers the physical discomfort. I touch earth, yet am detached from the plains I have grown up on. I inch closer to the sky, and am compelled to shed rooted parts of myself that limited my view. I see the world in a totally different light. I … Continue reading A Point of No Return
When the clouds came to meet me,I greeted them with blooms.Grey veils pressed against my horizon,heavy with silence,Yet each petal I offered was a small defiance-a whisper of colour against the blues. The storm lingered, but its weight thinned,like sorrow dissolving into memoryHope did not arrive as lightning,but as a steady clearing:a sky learning to … Continue reading When the clouds came to meet
WordPress has a curious way of motivating its writers: “You are on a --- day streak.” For a time, I lived by that counter. I posted every single day — more than 500 in a row — just to keep the streak alive. The challenge was simple: don’t miss a day, don’t break the chain. … Continue reading The Ledger of Life
A warm welcome to the recent joiners, and gratitude to the pillars who have carried the Challenge to 400+ episodes. PROMPT #433 We have an image prompt this week. The image shows people writing with pens on a page. The page shows a watermark of a clock and a calendar. A section of a laptop … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #433
They were finally at the destination wedding venue, despite opposition from the families, whom they had somehow managed to convince. Tisha stopped in her tracks as she was laying out her makeup for the next event. A table emerged from the shadows with eight legs bending and twitching, moving with the grotesque rhythm of an … Continue reading The Table
reflected glorymesmerizes ardent viewerseach petal declaresallegiance to azure skytwilight strikes contemplation ~Between fragility and flame, truth finds its voice~ blooms elevatedby following trails of lightturn inwards; reflectbeneath a space cadet skyinner core fuels life to fly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #67 - All things Yellow
It’s an honourThe stratosphere invitesto share its secrets-I’m the chosen one. I enjoy the peakPity lesser beings;-thenexpectations tug at the baseI need to act a certain way Devil’s Horns penetrate the psycheI’m not myself any more Quadrille #249
The million suns that I birthedwith my transparencyleave meas dusk gathers on the horizonand the Moon jostles for spacewith the starsto be scatteredseen and felt I am the platformthat multiplies visibilityI let the sky overcomelimitations of intangibilityand touch worlds beyond horizonswith a fractal presence the joy of being transformedwith insights is all minethe worlds that … Continue reading A Million Suns
“Memory full.” The message flashed subtly, certainly not in neon, but was enough to divert me. “Let’s find a parking space somewhere till the limited human deletes a few files,” I say to my homeless mates. It’s not easy for humans, for the rearrangement happens unbeknownst to the conscious mind. They forget something, but don’t … Continue reading A thought reflects
Her best friend was the window, because it gave her glimpses of the outside world. And she was naïve enough to believe that people walking down the street in colourful outfits with different expressions constituted the world. The helicopter that pulled her out of the window was maligned as the villain. The pilot dragged her … Continue reading MYOPIA
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