I spoke, but you did not listen Why this silent altercation? I’m not guilty of offending you Why the fazed agitation? You did not plant flying dreams in me Why this jittery murmuration? I’d rather not mention my aspirations lest it sparks - a conflagration? You never really belonged to me why do I fear … Continue reading In Denial (Translated from Hindi)
Milestones- carry burdens irony of being marked for being unmoved by unheard stories of characters on unknown journeys Maps - untraversed fields to plant hopes in travellers bear untold agony of seeing some dashed mute spectators - to marked destinies Thursday Photo Prompt : Way-stone #writephoto
Welcome to yet another week of exploration! Numbers are irrelevant. The journey of moving inwards is not time bound. PROMPT That which is unspoken becomes unspeakable - Adrienne Rich The rules remain the same. The format can be prose, poetry, a combination of both, a memory, anecdote, review of a book you read, a photograph or … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 60
“I like to dress in classic styles. It is safer to err on the conservative side.” “Classic is not vintage, but something that has stood the test of time.” “How does it matter?” “Wear what suits your personality to the tee, and becomes a part of you. It will go on to become to classic … Continue reading Classics
Your rigidity restricts you, despite the excellence of your construction. I love the fluidity of my being. Be not vain! You are still controlled by the water and sun. And your existence will end, if I cut you off at the base. Can you, really? It is all about the water and sun. Three … Continue reading Twinning
The tourist guide tells me that dome-shaped structures facilitate circulation of energy, in absence of sharp angles and corners. I’m not sure if energy is always positive. An idle thought crosses my mind – maybe the speakers like to hear echoes of their own voice. What could be the purpose of elaborate sculptural design and … Continue reading Humbled
I think of the nights we spent together, clinging to each other. Your dried tears on my fur are still unwashed. We were a tremendous source of strength to each other. I found a purpose to my existence, other than looking pretty on a shelf. You sought comfort in my softness and muteness, to wash … Continue reading Use and Throw
change becomes me as much as love or rage all those milestones - fossils of my old self celebrating journeys of the past but offering no place – to stop or rest In other words, change at Patricia's Place
it happened again full moon inspired some dreams just to shrink once more Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
day by day breath by breath I change with daily accretions shedding burdens each experience is shedding skin to grow a new one more resistant more tolerant looking back I don’t recognise the person that was me nor what I have become life happened somewhere in between Poetics at dVerse
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