I know change is irrevocable and hope lost in the spirals of success when I see people shopping around for love. In other words, shopping at Patricia's Place
Shopping around
I know change is irrevocable and hope lost in the spirals of success when I see people shopping around for love. In other words, shopping at Patricia's Place
What did I do to deserve this? Fame, glory and just fate …. I had no ambitions of being a beauty queen. I was pushed by an ambitious mother into this contest. The brilliant student of a premiere educational institution feels lost in this cattle market. Every inch of flesh, every curve is measured as … Continue reading Fibonacci Spiral
mornings remind us of chilly beginnings heat builds up slowly every winter leads to spring, summer, twilight zones Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge - Week 73
nocturnal flights her shape defined by stars fantasies unveiled by the poetic mind amidst the light of day
Curves are all about enhancing the experience of life. Curves miraculously increase the surface area, and provide different perspectives, which a straight line would fail to give. We got more ambitious and created shapes. We twisted lines and encased experience within a defined territory. Here is where we dropped down from infinity to numbers. I … Continue reading Limitlessness
The sky and water are both different shades of blue, as they reflect different realities for each of us. They represent the universal consciousness, which gets contaminated with our thoughts and ideas. I wonder how do fish view the birds in the sky. Do they see projections of their own fantasies, or distorted reality? We … Continue reading Recreation
Writing takes me to places inside me and in the universe, where I have never been before. It is an involuntary process leading to valuable discoveries. The process is also time sensitive in certain ways. I revisit a piece and think that I cannot do it again. It was something that hit my consciousness at … Continue reading Connect Me
hidden strength surfaced when horizons turned dark my lonely heart sang Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #177
winging their way across the blue sky cutting across the vast expanse dishing up hope to wronged hearts their life is just great in a gifted niche they pay no rent owning skies is their fate Weekly Writing Prompt #117
Sunrays tear through the clouds to paint designs in the sky. The reflections on my back indicate while history is engraved on Earth patterns of the future are being etched with the unpredictable wind as a tool. Maybe, somebody has my back Up there…. (44 words)