A set of two BUSSOKUSEKIKA [575777 syllables], or a Quadrille (44 words) as you like it. forgotten pages dropped on a life’s journey fluttering in the wind will come back to haunt some day framed in the consequences of belief, thoughtless actions fluctuating shapes characters in the drama laughing at wisdom experience murmurs in … Continue reading Forgotten Pages
I flutter with anticipation of new adventures unforeseen journeys twittering tales harrowing news companionship dissenting voices all in that uneven box we call the brain neural pathways determine thoughts or I shape those to recreate my life Google murmured as I opened it today (44 words) Quadrille #50
Here's a Freku for a change memories linger but life passes quicker like sand through fingers feet just meander the pull of the past creates no emotional blast buried in iron cast at peace with itself at last pausing now midstream the future is but a dream presents hope to moles invigorates … Continue reading Slipping through
I travelled by a metro train (tube, if you call it that) after attending an event on Saturday. The day's events coupled with some past memories had tensed me, and I felt an unusual sense of heaviness. This structure installed outside the metro station intrigued me. The burdens that we carry inside control us, but … Continue reading Mundane Monday Challenge #147
Endless Utopian dreams Plugging High Hopes Oscillating Rarefied existence Inducing A temporary high Sunday Writing Prompt #241
hazy hopes plug truth it's neither my moon nor yours reflections of another unseen, but powerful Sun whose intensity dims Hope Haikai Challenge #20
“You missed the doors on the side, as you kept looking straight. Those were opportunities.” “I did not. The door in the front is my chance of a lifetime. It leads into the open, as the light streaming from beneath shows. It is the door to liberation.” “Maybe the doors on the side show a … Continue reading The Dilemma
Veils are a good alibi for not looking eye-to-eye strategic indifference to the un-pliable lot chilling glances, icy sheaths translucent non-acceptance weather becomes an alibi to manage the layers of fear beneath apparent condescension Veils are a good alibi for not looking eye to eye Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox
birthdays just remind of lost companions time and unopened gateways Fated
