“Thank God for the support springs. Or I wonder how I would have landed on my ass?” Twittering Tale #57
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“Thank God for the support springs. Or I wonder how I would have landed on my ass?” Twittering Tale #57
“Why have you got me here?” “Look at those two dragons and take a guess on their attitudes. One looks skywards, and another one stares at the ground.” “I have no interest in recycled steel.” “Look beyond that. They have been here for several years.” “So what?” “People with different perspectives on life can survive … Continue reading Relook
I am not the one with all the words but writing prompts do give a kickstart to whatever I choose to call creativity. Mind is a strange animal insatiable eager to tear apart thoughts to fit in inbuilt compartments only to seek release again. (44 words)
gentleness of touch with smoothness of emotions from a paw, not hand playing a smooth hand wins hearts, minds forever in conversations
I hate being in front of a camera. It makes me look fat, and reveals the details that I may not want to be in the public eye. But you lead a life in the public eye, unless you are meditating on mountain tops. Hmmm… You may be the best in your chosen genre, but … Continue reading The Key to Success
The response to Exploration Challenge #11 has been rather inspiring. I happened to come across an article on Labyrinths, which inspired an erasure poem. More inspiring than that, the two are in sync. Allow me to share it before the customary Thursday piece. Source: How walking a labyrinth can trace a route to self-knowledge on Aeon Mag … Continue reading Erasure Poem – Labyrinths
concentric movement pain exacerbated unconnected paths distinct, but fated fantasies of a coil oneness unabated just distant dreams lonely and unmated jump across boundaries lines which are gated open doors of the soul accept blessings belated Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox
She watched the circles move inwards, and disintegrate into fragments. It was a challenge to see the borders between the conscious, subconscious and unconscious. She hoped to achieve wholeness. It looked like she would have to dig in deeper to find herself, till the lines disappeared into white oblivion. (49 words) Weekend Writing Prompt … Continue reading Inward movement
uneven was the terrain and the battle skewed in favor of enemies from onset of conflict exhausted soldiers with infirm captains surprised all, with miracles of guerilla war there were no options but to win or die they chose life the unprecedented happened. Saturday Mix at MLMM
A dream cut short left an ache end of a nightmare brought relief. It is the journey that matters not the beginning or end. A shortcut I choose accelerates speed but deprives me of pleasure and pain It is experience that matters not the goals I achieve The final destination marks … Continue reading Circular journeys