Purposeful scars ………. by Deborah at awisewomansjourney
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #80
PROMPT #80:
purposeful sorrow
to build a new character
scar’s profound beauty
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Praises of victory
‘Praises of victory’ by Roopali
She is standing on the top today
Gifts and praises all her way
She is a role model people say
Close to her they choose to stay…..
She is a winner now to every eye
But no one makes out somehow why
That charming,glowing,smiling face
Also has two gloomy eyes….
The road uphill was never straight
And often when she kept awake
No one ever lent a hand
Or tried to take a friendly stand….
She knew alone
She had to walk
In times of need
She was her rock…..
She had laughed and she had cried
She had spoken all through night
But she always spoke to herself
When the chair stood vacant on the other side…..
The ones who share only your joys
Only your victory, only the good
The ones who would leave your side
As though they had never stood
To them now she fakes a…
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दाग अच्छे हैं
दिलाते हैं याद तेरी
देते हैं पहचान मुझे
तो दाग अच्छे हैं ।१।
रातों के रंगीं सपने
या दिन के अँधेरे
कौन से रंग सच्चे हैं ।२।
हसरत ही रही हमारी
चूमते गर्दन को तेरी
ये लापरवाह लच्छे हैं।३।
हो गए जुदा हम
तो क्या प्रेम के
धागे कच्चे हैं ।४।
नहीं तुझ सी महारत
इस खेल में अमित
अभी हम बच्चे हैं ।५।
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 80
Anathema
Did I say I don’t like you? No. I’ve always shown respect. The fake clipped accent, ostentatious style statements, streaks of manipulation in your smile, fabricated warmth, mocking voice and oh, the depth of lies in your shifty eyes is all anathema to me. I show respect which is not your due.
Upwardly mobile
Ambition was high, thoughts were plain needs were high, resources low I need to get on the gravy train I climbed the hills, come sun or rain cut through rocks in search of dough Ambition was high, thoughts were plain those up there - looked at me with disdain uncaring of blocks, I … Continue reading Upwardly mobile
The next meal
The neon glow enveloped the city built by and for corporations. The emaciated figure on the sidewalk crouched under the bench. He was one amongst the hundred workers retrenched, because a MNC had taken over the company. He heard the news blaring on TV, from open windows. A businessman who had escaped the country after … Continue reading The next meal
Cata doxa
Bozo growled and Kitty mewed loud in protest, when I said it was raining cats and dogs outside. They were safe and cosy in their beds, and ready to sleep. “Mom, please do your research before you speak. I don’t like my babies being upset.” “Will you do that for me?” “Yes. The word is … Continue reading Cata doxa
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #80 – Survival
Survival ……. by Michael
The very scars, at times, hidden
Through shame and humiliation,
Continue to cut deep
As legacies of past struggles
Resurrect their ugly heads
To remind you of where you fit in this world.
You’ve come to learn you are not good enough
No matter how hard to try to put them behind you
They poke their heads up,
Laughing at your efforts to be better.
All that is left is your constant desire
To be there, to hope, often against hope,
That you will be seen as worth it.
Survival, for all its worth
Becomes a default position.
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #80
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She was standing in the checkout line
A tentative smile thrown her way was met blankly
I turned aside, a bit flustered for being too forward
Going out of the store, I saw her again, carrying her grocery
She looked behind her to make sure her kid was following her
A worried frown on her face that melts into a sigh of relief
When the little guy rushes forward to clutch her hand
All oblivious to others who were near them
It got me wondering,
How quick we are to judge people
Putting labels, assigning blame
Weaving stories in our minds
When we don’t know the road they have traveled
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Scars
As you touch your scars
The pain of the wound returns
With the rough texture
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