January sighs, cold, colourlessThis year arrives without a sparkI ache, unsure of myselfwhile others display hopestars fail to enthusejaded minds facetoo much truthlittlelight W3 Prompt #193
January
January sighs, cold, colourlessThis year arrives without a sparkI ache, unsure of myselfwhile others display hopestars fail to enthusejaded minds facetoo much truthlittlelight W3 Prompt #193
impeccably cleanI extend an eager handawaiting firm grips ~ Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it as yet? ~ L.M. Montgomery I watch active feetcalloused with experiencestain virginity Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #46
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
Once upon a time, I made sure that doors did not close behind me. The future was exciting, but uncertain, and I wanted my support systems to stay intact. Today, I don’t turn back to look at the footprints I’ve left behind. Some are blown away by the winds. Some leave an impression on wet … Continue reading Letting Go
witnessa slice of soulcraving for a dark shroudto bury an unfulfilled wishit failsto see inadequacy oftattered human fabricstark nakednessmocks grace Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #43 - Ekphrastic
Conscience lies buried beneath last winter’s choiceshibernating for lack of choice or assumed helplessnessmurmuring through frost as if remembering a path once taken.I follow its faint warmthawaiting a call whena moment of thaw becomes truthand truth becomes direction. Quadrille #238
your absencethe best gift of allwhen I amfree to bemyself once again - livingbreathing in fresh air when expectationstake a backseat and wild dreamsreign supreme - I crossedge of possibilityinto shapes of untamed winds Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
zero is where I find myselfat the beginning of every venturebut life takes different turnsand gets labelled with numbersit throws me back with impunityround is the only way to go jump through the looplest you remain rotating inside Quadrille #237
sunsethues color hopeit's my shadow and youkeeping pace with togethernessBlessed Love What Do You See #317
I will be out somewhere therewhen power pounces on the vulnerablemy angry soul will lay barevolcanoes uncountableDeath barriers are not insurmountable MTB at dVerse