She walked awaywithout casting a glanceat the shattered glass-ruins of potentialdestroyed by disrespect-her bleeding feetmoved with firm stepsaligned to her spine the silence of a volcanoreverberated through the corridorsShe stepped outjust before the eruption Quadrille at dVerse
My darlings - ARIA & HAPPY Aggressive cutieRebellious at the coreIndependent actionAlluring expressions Handsome boyAffectionatePriceless devotionProdigious musical abilityYours only vibes MTB at dVerse
My bare skin feels it now,stripped of duty‑bound living—the transformation of othersfrom patriarchyto misogynybites. Ashamed of my blindness,I press shut eyesagainst piercing truth:a life squanderedin arid deserts. Yet even deserts hold horizons,and the wind carves paths unseen.From the grit of wasted yearsI rise—to seek water,to seek voice,to seek becoming. RXC #421
It was a self-discovery coaching session, whensomeone said he was a pathand I was adamantthat I am a lighthouse. A decade laterdarkness holds me captiveand I wonder what I was thinking then… a sliver of color emerges from within-an arrow born of tearsand claims it can help peoplenot to flee the nightbut to walk through … Continue reading Not to escape the dark, but shine through it
Hi, Sadje Here's a slightly different take in response to WDYS #332 Tu is jahaan se jaane laga haiKahin andhera sa chhaane laga hai Aana hoga lautkar tujhe kal savereDuniya mein kitne hain tere basere Ek din hum bhi tere saath chalengeKisse-kahaniyan milkar likhenge Dekhen ki din ke rang badalte hain kyaYudhh ke baadal chhantte … Continue reading Darkness unfurls
A bird’s eye view shrinks me,makes injustice seem both vast and small.Where does my strength come from?this fragile confidence to speak,to complain, to resist, to believe? I tweet injustice loudstrength rising from pixels,confidence winged,complaints flying,beliefs viral. Quadrille - Bird is the word
The blood-stained rocky terrain, often blamed for cutting bare, unprotected feet, wonders why those who chose paths both unusual and alluring were not prepared to face the sharpness of accumulated pain. The rocks hold so much character, each atom carrying memories of bygone eras, hard lessons etched into their grain. They know they will stand … Continue reading The Blood-stained Rocky Terrain
Carry all this gold to your grave,Stack it high—be bold, be brave!Line your tomb with diamond lace,Karma’s blind, but loves good taste. Let angels weigh your golden stash,Ignore the deeds, just count the cash.If guilt arrives, just pay it offA little coin should make it scoff. So hoard it all, don’t share, don’t bendYour karma’s … Continue reading Gold in the Grave
Hunger gnaws at Oliver’s ribs, a silent tyrant shaping childhood’s plea. It mutates. Leaders gorge on power, their banquet of greed eclipsing bread. Yet hunger, whether for crust or crown, reveals the abyss within desire’s endless reach. You want some more, wherever you are. Quadrille at dVerse - Q242
What happens to unanswered questions?Do they keep seeking perfectionor mutate to fit available answers? Whose expertise will they seek?-the thinker who waits in silence,or the know-it-allwho stitches fragmentsinto makeshift truths?.Do they hang like forgotten masksin the attic of the mind,waiting for a facebold enough to wear their silence? Will you run to escape questionsOr chase … Continue reading Unanswered Questions
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