moving pictures frame my sleep I know not if it’s shallow or deep till a sharp sound breaks the spell but memories of it I keep. Was it a nightmare or a dream? Did I smile, or did I scream? the pictures are the same I think impact forms my mental scheme. will … Continue reading Dreaming
Frank Hubeny is hosting a classic form of potery - The Rubaiyat on dVerse this week. Do visit to get enriched. via Poetry Forms – The Rubaiyat
I found this illustration rather quaint and curious. It is an illustration done for Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I don’t know the story, but why is the tree male and the human female? Is the mobility or immobility an illusion? Is it a scene of love, magic or revenge? What do the projections denote? I invite … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #72
visual fragrance spreads bringing imagination to the drawing board reconstructing memories of last summer and all that happened then Thursday Photo Prompt
I would rather let the frost remain -it might reveal indifference I’d hate to acknowledge unending emptiness, ashes of embers, which burnt bright -just in my mind -once JSW Prompt
There are hearts, arrows and names etched on the tree trunk – by lovers who separated later. There are verses inscribed in a long-forgotten language, which nobody can decipher. The lines on the tree trunk denote its age, but there are no botanists around to analyse. The tree carries pain, joy, wisdom – but there … Continue reading Tree trunk
Collapse is something strong people don’t let happen. She walks on, unwanted and unloved, telling herself that she doesn’t need anyone. Her biggest strength is that she can live alone. The existence of tiny holes drilled into the soul with scathing criticism and emotional abuse, every day, remains unacknowledged. She wants to set an example … Continue reading Collapse
“It is the Three Chairs exercise, which yields amazing results.” “We are only two here,” my coachee looked puzzled. “I’ll disappear. Face your demons or call your angels. The third perspective will help you make sense of life.” I met her again after a lapse of time. Chairs had been added on the porch, where … Continue reading Third Perspective
harbingers- pregnant pauses which shape thoughts in color of expectations to recreate a future I often stop to think would it have been different if the messenger had not appeared at that destined moment? Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub
sharp, hawkish eyes follow me in rough terrains guards or destroyers? Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
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