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Magic
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Warning
Who raised a red flag just before I jumped in? false is the alarm untrue is the scare inflated is the claim to ignore it, I dare there is no face behind a bad turn of events they are all envious my naivete laments I’m young and brave there are miles to go stopping is … Continue reading Warning
Long before
I was all of six years old, when I protested against something for the first time. My school teacher had deducted one mark for a perceived error. It was not really an error, so I fought back and got that one mark reinstated on my scoresheet. I had raised unreasonable demands in the past, like … Continue reading Long before
SYW- Is Hello enough for you?
Is ‘hello” enough for you these days? More than enough … I prefer that people come to the point directly. Do you believe in Murphy? For those who aren’t familiar with Murphy, here’s a wee explanation: Murphy’s law is an adage or epigram that is typically stated as: “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”. Yes. … Continue reading SYW- Is Hello enough for you?
Solitude
unplugging barbs undoing impact of all that hurt, longed for untainted light kept the mind awake on long, dark nights uncurling the noose of serpentine power learning to breathe between polluted patches and pure showers releasing toxins accumulated for ages in soul libraries on unread pages Solitude -a jagged brain lollygags soul smiles with a … Continue reading Solitude
Sunday Writing Prompt – Headlines
Headline Gone Viral: Bride ties her baby to her wedding gown while walking down the aisle Source: Timesnownews.com I wonder what was it that you suffered while carrying me? A let-down lurking beneath your fancy wedding gown? What fury is that you unleash on the world? Whose attention do you seek? To whom do you … Continue reading Sunday Writing Prompt – Headlines
Fragments
Outstanding piece of poetry!
Were I to gather my thoughts
just as they appear you would
not recognize the portrait.
I am a reflection of the voyeur.
My selves are not selves at all,
they are fragments
of a more substantial being.
A fragment can assimilate
any number of designations.
Make of me what you will.
Each teardrop is a star quilted
in unparalleled darkness,
I unstitch them one by one
but they go up in smoke
before ever reaching my lips.
I shed my second skin
and settle into the pauses
of your sacred architecture.
My derelict bones are dry enough to burn.
Will you furnish me when vacant?
Can you love me knowing
that I am temporary and inexact?
All that spills through my fingers is lost
for I have not the composure
to bend down and recover it.
My fingers stumble down
the length of your sternum.
If you were truly…
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Signals #writephoto
I awaited the moment with bated breath - when lights come on, and dancers spring out of darkness on the stage with a loud burst of music. It was not an easy task. The screen had to be designed in a particular manner, to create a magical opening for the show. The design was changed … Continue reading Signals #writephoto
Creative
A muse or inspiration can trigger a piece of art, but what triggers creativity? Am I born with it, or acquired it somewhere along the way, when I had to solve problems, look deeper to find a resolution and in the process, I acquired deeper insights? Is it all rooted somewhere in my genes, structure … Continue reading Creative
