Author: Reena Saxena

Sadje is our host for the Sunday Poser. This is her question this week…….

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the world is nothing but
a reflection of my self concept
this has always been
a slap in the face
never fails to burst my bubble
as within, so without
my environment is
a mirror of my conciousness
good and evil, the best and the worst
all are my creation,
stemming from the dangers of
an undiscisplined mind
products of my misjudgments,
rage, and resentments,
oh dear mischievous anger
justifying my victimhood
arise my child,
align with your ideals
so then i move
and raise the podium
of who I am
carrying in me the concepts
of vigor, power, and might
leaning towards a more-
expansive, fruitful
view of the world
awareness reminds me
to shepherd my herd
for thoughts are sheep
that needs to be tended
a wise psychological step
towards a better mental state
making this the new
natural dwelling place
death to the old consciousness
i walk…

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge

The lines of inspiration were

The best and the worst

It’s time…

for the bubble to burst

Every morning- new beginning,

The skyline is set ablaze,

More papers and napkins crumpling,

My eyes in boredom glaze.

.

The skyline is set ablaze,

Peering at the pile of work to do,

My eyes in boredom glaze.

‘Straighten up!’ so much to do!  

.      

Peering at the pile of work to do,

A wave of sadness suddenly comes,

‘Straighten up!’ so much to do!

I realise the cycle returns.

.

A wave of sadness suddenly comes,

Eyes turn misty and red,

I realise the cycle returns.

‘You will get better’, I wrote and said.

.

Eyes turn misty and red,

Wrinkling to keep the pain away,

‘You will get better’, I wrote and said,

I begin to write- the little magic left.

.

“Darkness…

The best and the worst

It’s time…

for the bubble to burst

In the early nineties, I worked in accounting with a very tech-savvy guy. Even though it wasn’t his responsibility, the company had a separate department to troubleshoot software problems, and he gladly assisted any who asked for his help. The LAN department manager who managed computer operations was grateful for his help, except for the day when he inadvertently screwed something up, and the manager went running to the VP to complain that he should not be involved in fixing computer problems because it was not his job. As the tech-savvy guy reported to me, the VP called me into his office to explain what was going on. I relayed his history of helping other staff because of his tech knowledge and concluded with ” he does fifty things right and is…

RXC; It is a theme prompt. The lines to ponder on are

The best and the worst

It’s time…

for the bubble to burst

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Life is both good and bad

The best and worst in tandem

Not always a fairytale

Not a Shakespearean tragedy

Ups and downs vying with each other

Happiness and joy can be the flavor of the day

Sadness and disappointment for another

No one can avoid the rigors of emotions

The bubble bursts so early in life!

Written in response to; RXC Prompt #261, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #121 – Pompous & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #261

we wished for the best
andyou gave usthe worst
one pompous demonstration
after another
it’s time…
for the bubble
that contains your ego
to burst

The best and the worst

It’s time…

for the bubble to burst

The last prompt from https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/12/15/reenas-xploration-challenge-261/

The best day in her life, almost like the worst,

all it took for the bubble to burst,

was a telephone call, out of the blue

as she put on her silver high heeled shoe.

The worst day, it felt at the time,

when her memories should be sublime.

Bride beware, you’re making a mistake

he loves me, our love isn’t fake.

The best day, years of hurt denied,

lucky not to be his bride,

she heard of affairs, control, pain,

no longer jealousy was her domain.

The Great Escape, each year a toast,

a smile, a hug, her life to coast.

A friendly word, to thank her rival,

giving her chance of survival.

Double Edged Sword

it’s never easy to be standing on the same ground as i am
i don’t expect to be understood or to be accepted
for i can be both your sweetest dream and your worst nightmare.

it’s not for me to beg for your concern or your discernment
i don’t like your sympathy for i am strong amidst my weaknesses
i am brave even when its time for me to embrace fear.

i don’t have time for drama and spectacle
my life alone is filled with cinematic denouement and Shakespearean inspired tragedies
i played both roles; the hero and the villain of my own life story.

so don’t tell me how to live my life for you don’t have the slightest idea how to be me
don’t bullshit me with your loving care if you don’t even see the reason why i suffer.

stab me with madness and…