General

How eager is man

To know his future, fate

He devices many methods

To fathom the mystery of days to come

Tarot cards, lines of the hand

Crystal ball or the writing on the visage

To what end I ask?

What is going to happen will happen

If it’s written in the stars, knowing won’t change it

If it’s all in your hand, perhaps a prior knowledge will be adverse

So let tomorrow take care of itself

While you enjoy what you’ve today

Fate is just what you make of your life

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Written for RXC # 246, hosted by Reena

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One Of (the what ifs)

what if we never meet
what if we didn’t fall in love
what if I didn’t leave
what if you didn’t let me go
these and many more, i wonder
‘cos i am tired of playing pretend
that i don’t miss the sound of your voice
the feel of your touch against my body
the tenderness of your lips when it touches mine
these and many more i missed
every moment of every day
from the time you went away
(or i went away)
to this day
how long has it been?
i don’t know
but i remember
will i let the universe
decide our future?
will i allow the cards of my life
take its rightful way to you?
or will i be courageous enough
this time to say
“it’s you i am choosing?”

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #246

Looking for the pattern and the logic behind tarot cards can be complicated, because there are 22 cards which are numbered I through XXI, with the fool being unnumbered, and on top of that, each one of these comes in one of the four suits, being the Cups, the Pentacles, the Swords, or the Wands.  Major Arcana consists of 22 cards that represent your spiritual path and journey.  Some decks are not numbered and only have a picture.  The number VII tarot card is called The Chariot and it supposedly represents reflection and assessment or ambitious action forward.  This can act as a warning against those times when you try to justify your actions.  Seven + Cups = wishful thinking & temptations.  Seven + Pentacles = impatience & lethargy.  Seven + Swords = trickery & cutting corners.  Seven + Wands = defending your boundaries & fighting back.  This VII tarot card shows a powerful, princely…

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Julie sat back sipping her morning coffee, and stopped short. It was her misplaced sense of the occult that drew her to the newspaper headline, “Local Psychic Brutally Murdered”. The story went on to report that well known Madam Sophia had been struck down by a long, curved blade which had been left at the scene of the crime. Detectives surveying the scene also said the hysterical storefront owner had seen nothing and was still in shock after opening the doors this morning. Apparently Madam Sophia had been killed the evening before.

Julie was dumbfounded, having seen the Madam earlier last night. She had a monthly appointment and loved the idea of having her future displayed before her in the…

Light was blocked far away from where it could reach a million dreams, and just like that it vanished into eternity. Darkness didn’t seem foreboding as I once imagined it to be, it just felt as natural as daylight could be.

The traps, the fallacies of imagination didn’t pounce on me and neither did a ghost catch me unawares. Darkness is a safe place to be for a brave, nay, self- assured soul.

Opera of contentment watered doubts away, yes, outlook of life changes from despair to hope, if only I’d give it a chance.

95 words

Poetry form :- Prose- poetry.

Inspiration drawn from the prompt line :- “It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.” ( Sharmishtha Mohanty in Thirty two nights and dawns)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RXC #…

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/ and I have used her word prompt to write a possible ending for my new novel. I have only rewritten six chapters, so not sure if this will be used, but I had fun writing it.

My story involves a young journalist, who through a car crash, starts to lose her sight. Her husband dies, and she investigates his death, and always believed it was not an accident. Her trust in the wrong person, leads to plot twists (hopefully) and a race against time before she goes completely blind.

In the end she realises, she is still the same journalist, and losing her sight doesn’t mean she has to give up on herself. I am looking into the theme of guilt, and her understanding to forgive herself.

It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope. To…