what would we not give, for lasting shadows canopy of familiarity? Shafts of awareness showering us with unending streams of knowledge quenching thirst. Thursday Photo Prompt :Avenue #writephoto
Idyll
Soulful conversations
“Your soul is the only constant through cycles of life and death,” the last words from the guru’s discourse resonate through my being. How I would like to turn back and ask, “Have you ever felt your soul being spliced through, with the sharp edges of assumptions, mis-judgements and uncalled for jury verdicts? To plant … Continue reading Soulful conversations
Letting Go
Neily was hooked by the image, as I saw lines of hope, fear and dreams dancing in the unfathomable depth of her dark brown eyes. She wanted it, and yet did not want it. “Letting go is a learned art, a discipline, as we are so used to being bound in self-constructed environs.” I whispered … Continue reading Letting Go
Enveloped
let the light penetrate your being being enveloped does not eliminate darkness within Tale Weaver #171 at MLMM
Lingering shadows
I was young. I was romantic, and eagerly looked forward to that perfect union with a soul mate. Getting obsessed with your exotic beauty, and the allure of an off-beat relationship came easy. ogres of separation concealed between layers of yet untold stories Deep inside the corridors of bonding, reality revealed itself. We were so … Continue reading Lingering shadows
Shadows of Self
shadows of self instil fear protection seems inadequate failure to see sources of light behind me waiting to meet me again
Later in life….
It was quite late in life, when I appreciated my mother’s fine craftsmanship skills, and the beauty of her stoic attitude. She was a single parent bringing up three kids on scarce resources. The boots which she had created from an old pair of jeans did not thrill us at that stage in life, but … Continue reading Later in life….
Vicissitudes
newmoon pregnant darkness suspended state between recurring patterns of life tides In other words, new moon at Patricia's Place
Separation
battling emptiness chills of snowy indifference cicada shells drop Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MLMM Fusion haiku created from from a treetop emptiness dropped down in a cicada shell and black forest whatever you may say a morning of snow
Breathing Space
emotions carefully arranged in bouquets wrapped up in cellophane of propriety freshness wilts away #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge Week 97
