Author: Reena Saxena

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For eons I lived as a spirited soul

nourishing and nurturing all

under my benevolent grace.

My vibrant persona, sparkled with

an eclectic mix of wild, free strokes

painted my canvas with a rich hue.

I danced in sublime ecstasy, as

floral scented zephyr hummed ditties,

life orchestrated a rhythmic euphony.

Until man came along, 

With his bag of never ending desires

he progressed well initially, respecting me

before greed overpowered his wisdom.

He robbed colors from my palette

shrouding me in a smoky grey

casting me in a colorless attire.

His plunders continue unabated

inflicting painful scars

oblivious to my silent tears.

My womb swells with his toxic influx

Isn’t it only a matter of time

before it becomes malignant?

What do you see #42

Reena’s exploration challenge : Colorless

Occasionally,

Moon casts its shadow on sun.

Eclipse of colours.

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #147

He does not love, he hates,
Injustice, indifference, immorality.
Guilt dogs his every step.
Sorrow for what has been done,
And what is yet to come.
The beauty around,
discoloured by bitterness within.
His righteous soul cries out in distress,
As he blurs between the lines of love and hate
If love is timeless, is hate the same?

She does not hate, she loves,
Nature, laughter, Affection.
Predators lurk around her every turn
But her eyes are blind
To the evils of this world
Its gray shadowed threats,
disguised in coloured hues of beauty
As she toes that fickle line
Between danger and safety

Two people so different,
and yet fundamentally the same.
His cautious shades of gray,
Tinged deep with fervour and passion.
Her rainbow of bliss and beauty,
Splashing fantasy onto reality.

Imagine them together,
Dream up their world,
A home besides gray waters,
Of solid…

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When I think of a colorless world, I think of The Bible verse from Genesis that says, “and the earth was without form, and void, and darkness was on the face of the deep.”

In most (all?) religions there is a creationist story. Once there was one, an indistinguishable void that became more. This’es and That’s turned into “ten thousand things” aka all-that-is. We all spring from this mysterious source, and we all return to it, in infinite recyclings. Now that all-that-is has become, there is no going back to the void.

I don’t see the void as nothing or sterile but more of a primordial soup of undifferentiated, unmanifested comsmoplasm.

What brings non-being into being? Nobody knows for sure, but it is why she is called the Mysterious Mother.

Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.  Reena says:

Let the prompt take you anywhere…

Days washed pale in lowlight sun

Nights grown wan with ashen moon

Disembodied voices echoing hollowly

Faint smiles fading gradually

Life bleached of all emotions

Days moving in slow motion

Feelings all in grey monochrome

My heart feels it is without a home

Insipid food, bland and tasteless

Soulless music flatlines dully

Your absence always leaves me

In a world bereft of all colours.

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #147

Your Brilliance

The one saving grace
in this colorless world

This is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #147: A Colorless World.

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