Author: Reena Saxena

For crossover, there are only a couple of things I can think of (aside from the concept of crossing over from life to death.) One is a crossover brassier, where the fabric crosses over and serves to lift and separate to give support.

The other is when tying boats up to a dock there is a crossover knotting that holds the boat secure but is easily undone.

Oh wait, I just thought of one other thing with the crossover, and that is with counted cross stitch. When the “x” is made, to give the best effect you always cross them in the same order. When I do my cross-stitch, I always start in the bottom left corner and go to the upper right corner for as many stiches in that row, then return with the bottom right corner to the upper left corner.

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Reena is the host of

Yeah, it’s true

I crossed over to the other side

I am no longer the victim

No longer the oppressed

I am now the avenger

I have changed sides

I will not be afraid of you

Or the thought of what you can do

Gone are the days when I would cower

No I stand tall with the force of truth behind me

Yeah, you heard me correctly

I have changed sides now

In response to;

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #92

#keepitalive

#reenasexplorationchallange

My whole life flashed before my eyes and I knew that I was going to make my crossover into the Great Beyond.  Death is a mystery and it can be terrifying, but I saw the bright white light and I was ready to meet my maker.  I realized that I was dead and I wondered if anything would ever resemble reality any more.  Should I follow the light and enter the tunnel, and would this lead me to an alternate universe?  Blood was gushing out of me in the operating room, but all I felt was a peaceful glow.  I heard the doctor say, “I have tried everything I am ready to call the code. Does anybody else have anything else. Okay then, Code called at 6:19.”   That was when I crossed over.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 92 prompt crossover.

तोड़ दो बंधन सभी
आ जाओ मेरे ज़ानिब
बन कर मेरे हबीब

न मिलो तुम मुझसे
कहाँ है यह वाज़िब
मिले तुम्हें मेरा रक़ीब

कब तक छलेंगें सपने
अब है यही मुनासिब
अपना लूँ अपना नसीब

बन गया काफ़िर अमित
हो तेरा खुदा हाफ़िज़
दे दो मुझे मेरा सलीब

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 92

Reena’s Exploration Challenge

The snow from the mountains,

Transcending,

The obstacles in its path,

Some providing catchments of sustenance,

And others doubling as scenic beauties of wonder,

If not for the snow shrugging its natural form,

What would the life beings on Earth do?

The carbon deposits,

Transending,

The thresholds of pain,

Some getting converted into modes of writing*,

And others converted into symbols of opulence**,

If not for the pain, where would our knowledge be recorded?

And symbols of luxury be exhibited.

The life beings,

Transcending,

The rigours of life, to be a better version of themselves,

Some adding to the colours, by being patient, empathetic, charitable,

And others by being strong, resilient, adaptable,

If not for the different hues,

Life would be devoid of spices and flavour.

The start of life,

Transcending,

Till its very end,

Is ever marked by one attribute, being constant,

The virtue of transition,