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
Uncovered, No!
Tree trunk
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
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
Third Perspective
“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
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
Or?
sharp, hawkish eyes follow me in rough terrains guards or destroyers? Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
It keeps me going
my secret treasure support I dream about but never do have nevertheless, it keeps me going in rough, tough terrains In other words, secret treasure at Patricia's Place
Delusions
shallow souls swimming in dark depths of blue oceans dreaming of skies Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Game of life
ambitions nurtured by love-filled hearts stars in the eyes Life – a game of cards with unexpected deals shows and surrenders, bearing the brunt of clubs and spades awaiting emergence of jokers in the pack Life – A game of chess where we are pawns masquerading as queens manipulated by Kings (278 … Continue reading Game of life
Well-crafted
carefully reconstructed remnants of memories do not fill the void inside. I still long for snug woolliness of cloud-like imagination which carried me through childhood years this is what it looks like -a well-crafted replica of irreplaceable, inimitable conceptual treasures lost in growing up. (44 words) All about reminiscences of a lost era … Continue reading Well-crafted
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