General

I was

whole

I was

focused

I was

perfectly

ME

When did

I become

blind

I become

pieces

I become

less

ME

I

have lost

sight of

MYSELF

will

I

ever find

ME

again?

lg/18032021

*Note: my song choice https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DVTAdaXl3QU

🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #177

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

PROMPT #177

The visuals from last week are still floating in my eyes. So, I couldn’t think of anything other than a visual prompt for this week.

You are free to choose any one of the two images given below, and create a piece based on it.

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My eyes deceive me, I think

The image in the mirror lies, I think

I close first one then the other eye to see

If it’s a defect in my vision or my brain

I still see a misshapen image of myself

And no matter how hard I try, it’s still broken

How could it be, that I, who is so perfect

Can see my beautiful face sliced up in distortion

Is it that the ugliness of my deeds and thoughts

Has surfaced and became visible for all to gaze upon?

Full of shame…

Yesterday I read something and I’m hooked;
If I am a book how would the cover be? 
Have been thinking on this awhile 
Reena’s challenge, posed this question to me 

Friends often say, that I’m an open book   
They know me better than I know myself 
A question lingered on my life’s purpose
I couldn’t sleep last night even @half past 12

My mind is a complicated jigsaw puzzle 
The answers may be there, it needs to fit in 
Each piece is filled with thoughts n desires 
Driven by emotions, I seek answers from within

I try to push and fit the pieces together 
By trimming edges or by applying force 
Happiness may not accompany the end result
As my heart knows it’s not what I endorse

I don’t mind starting over from scratch 
Putting all efforts and give my best again 
Perfection in everything, is what I strive…

Days when bright rays of sun refuses to enthuse,

Distinction blurs as darkness budges to lose,

Thicketed walls of desperation,

Merges with unknown humble beads of perspiration,

A teeny weeny task feels like a mountain to be moved,

And its in my room where I’m all glued,

Is the falling sun failing everyday,

Oh! why do I grieve at failures this way?

Dawn comes after dusk,

Don’t they say? If I’m tiny in scheme of things in the universe, my failures ought to be tinier than a husk.

Dear self,

It’s in you to help yourself,

You’ve only fallen,

Quit moaning, don’t be crestfallen,

The sun wouldn’t have risen, if he hadn’t fallen,

And neither would we been eager day after day to welcome him, if he hadn’t fallen,

The darkness unfathomable doesn’t depict life itself,

It’s just alternating its wheels to show how much you can achieve by believing…

This human being is pondering,

What would be she be if not a soul encased in a human form, respiring?

Soaring eagle daring to touch the sky,

Ferocious tiger predating ferociously shy?

A leaf nearing end from a broken twig,

Or a peacock wooing with its latest jig?

This human being is wondering,

Human beings crave to carve an individuality for themselves considering,

Every other creation is identified collectively,

While we look to be identified specifically,

Yearning to be different from the rest,

Are we succeeding in this test?

This human being is contemplating,

We know a crow as a crow and not by its name debating,

Its individual identity,

Then why we do attach so much importance to this self-identity,

Signing off as human being collectively,

Far more precious than my individual identity optimistically,

This human being is thus concluding,

This soul encased in a human form is a…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #176

PROMPT #176

Our prompt this week has the potential to cover more than the written word. Think images, computer art, paints and brushes or a camera lens. Words are not going anywhere though, because that is what we are talking about.

If you are a book, what will the cover look like?

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hotchpotch.

Life

Merry go round: sometimes up sometimes down

Glass: half-full, look whatever way you like

Sometimes bright, sometimes dark

Sometimes derailed

Sometimes on the right tracks

Long path: three fourth covered

No looking back

Own choices 

No one to blame

No use thinking what could have been better

If I am a book, and the story is like this then

The cover obviously will be a

Total hotchpotch