the moon is still dark
it waits for you to enter
my life like a sun
give me endless glow of your
tender love, care, affection
the moon is still dark
it waits for you to enter
my life like a breeze
drive away the clouds that mark
my brow – insecurities
the moon is still dark
it waits for you to enter
my life like a man
claim what is rightfully yours
part my hair and see full moon
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 62
The funeral went by in a waltz of shiny cars, black suits, and choreographed tears. The paparazzi is in high gear to cover the event. It will attract eyeballs at least for the next one week. The successors wear suitably sad expressions, but their minds are spinning at high speed to formulate strategies for the future. The … Continue reading High-profile
a lighthouse on a boat sailing, talking to the waves drawing secrets of the ocean to weave a wisdom of my own a strong fortress with liquid hollows aligned to outer currents aka tides to the moon unveiling magic static illusions- of giant wheels lugging corpses of dormant life Meet the bar - at … Continue reading Contradictions
watching journeys, absorbing the spirit of speeding thoughts and lives -- constitutes overarching wisdom of the valley Three Line Tales
An excellent piece of Orwellian fiction in a different context by Michael….
The moon is still dark which doesn’t surprise me, as it’s been this way for so long. I’m beginning to think I never saw it otherwise.
The atmosphere is so clouded with gasses nowadays it’s a wonder sunlight finds its way through.
We are forced to wear masks if we venture outdoors, the air being so toxic people have stopped wearing artificial cloth as the gasses burn holes in it or dissolve it totally which was an embarrassment many suffered in the early days.
The constant radio broadcasts promising a revolution since the darkness descended have stopped. The longer the rhetoric went on, the worse everything got. People now are tired, surviving as best they can.
Food is a problem, with reduced sunlight, growing crops even in greenhouses has become an issue, man-made sunlight isn’t the same and crop after crop has been produced which is stunted and poor in…
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I look upon the face of our nation
The creases of strife and hatred etched as stone
I look in to the eyes of damnation
The years of a democracy perhaps overthrown
I look for the spirit of liberation
The pain of the hopeless is ours to atone
The festival of lights made an attempt to light up the dark skies with fireworks, and the earth with strings of lamps … all for a night or two, and then, the Moon goes back to its normal routines. The challenge has ended. For how long? A fortnight, a year or for eternity? What did … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 62
This is a difficult one for me, Michael, but I will give it a try. My first thought was about all the challenges that made me stronger, the people who posed those challenges and disappeared from my life, and those who continue to pose those challenges. But that is not the spirit of your challenge. … Continue reading Gratitude
calm exteriors belie simmering unrest shadows speak the truth let illusions of movement tell different stories each day Thursday Photo Prompt
