I wonder who taught you that wordCommitment-phobeand what made you think of me? I walked away yet another time.and hoped to put you on the rackI heard you calling out from thereYet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. Call it destiny, a twist of fateWe came face-to-face … Continue reading Divergent or Convergent?
Did we ever stop to discover sterling qualities in each other? Ideologically, we were on opposite sides of an imaginary fence. We lived at cross-purposes and tried never to cross each other’s paths. When I started writing, I learned to explore and develop characters' mindsets. I found myself thinking of you more often, and I … Continue reading Two-sided
picking up a leafetching its tale on tree trunkspoetic instincts Moonwashed Weekly Prompt -Poetic
whispers of indignationfrom trampledflame-hued leaves we provided shadewhen we were greenmaturity knowsevery cycle ends bare branchesraise new foliageroots nourish soil laments separationtangerine ferocityswept awaymemory erased a new regimebrings fresh ruleslessons unlearned Poetics - Autumn
The equinox always baffles me. It announces the beginning of a new season by declaring that black and white, good and evil, day and night, will always coexist in equal measure. The two sides play games, chasing and overtaking one another, creating illusions of victory and defeat and drawing minds to jump to conclusions. Ultimately, … Continue reading Autumnal Equinox
“Just when I think I have it all figured out, fate drops a bomb”. “My strategy is different. My goals are the answers I’d like to have, and then I frame questions in line with them. It’s not easy. I work hard, but get everything in the right slot in the end.” “No wonder you … Continue reading Figured out
I wouldn’t say I like grey's undecidedness, but black and white are non-existent—illusions created by the absorption or reflection of light. I feel golden, bathed in sunlight, and ancient under a silver moon. But blue? Is that connected to midnight blue or the blue sky on a bright day? The latter makes me feel expansive, … Continue reading Uncontaminated
momentsdropon the drawing board of lifelike Scrabble alphabetsto be assembledfashionedand presentedto make sense I let them bethoughts scatteredall over consciousnesswriting weird storiesgranting entryto unforeseen charactersand situationsin the limited worldof human memory imagination-if not channelledor misspelt-becomes the prideof minds on borderlinesof social acceptability they may break barriersto enter civilized worldsor decimate on marginsunseen, unknownunrecognizedunmourned RXC #348
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