locked dreams stage multicolor escape end-to-end splendor in the sky of what could have been Or what will be a future anticipated A future unknown https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/09/photo-challenge-319/
Unknown
Forsaking the unknown
Did she really want worship while living a suppressed life? wistfully she saw girls jumping around rising up to meet the sky scaling up dreams on the way How she’d have loved to be commonplace, ordinary with no expectations or conduct restrictions Alas! A life not meant to be the princess lies buried here for … Continue reading Forsaking the unknown
Unseen, unheard
islands unto themselves, denizens safe in constructed bunkers… palaces with dirty windows disconnected from the whole I try hard to peep, to penetrate Walls are thick, guards desensitised It’s a battle to be seen or heard faceless crowds, voices of the soul https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/05/first-line-friday-june-5th-2020/
Writer’s perception
mornings are not good any more, as I read stories moonlight wrote in my backyard last night they spilt in my dreams, I could not string the beads they adorn my neck, but it does not look right accessories threaten to become outfit I cast them away, just to feel right and light Do I … Continue reading Writer’s perception
Writer’s Cave
essence of you comes alive in patterns of ink expressions painted with care thoughts fleshed up in words reflecting my interpretations of the Essence of You meanwhile… you change colors mutate In amoebic movements grow hydra heads challenging authenticity of my picture if this happens you react in this manner but then…. you … Continue reading Writer’s Cave
Rules of darkness
light in a window blinds me to unknown, unseen faces unheard voices trapped in the castle awaiting release their desperation to surpass, to suppress the sole visible figure grows as the New Moon swells in size the next New Moon sees a new face in the same window claiming spotlight and many others … Continue reading Rules of darkness
Sands
life slips away like sand through my fingers in moments -treasured, feared -of despair I wonder what to let go what to pick up -put away for eternity -restore or repair Sky is eternity the framework against which -I build castles in the air https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/01/quadrille-105-cry-havoc-and-let-slip-the-dogs-of-war/
Minimized identity
silver moonlight hits hard rocks drenched in apprehension blasphemy will follow can't shed lingering aromas though... drenched in apprehension pain finds its place after joy can't shed lingering aromas though... those moments feel like eternity pain finds its place after joy women are born to be non-existent those moments feel like eternity they … Continue reading Minimized identity
Rooms
Creative I grouped people put them in different rooms in castles of my mind different wavelengths different intensities but networked for sure… I visit some rooms frequently to interact to know how they are doing It’s not always a call It’s just in my mind... there are some I love to hate … Continue reading Rooms
Bookworm
shrivelled up crouched in Kindles floating in new forms pages not aligned yet the flow is fine… crystallized experience garnished with imagination sketches and metaphors concealed identities peeking through from characters books will never cease to fascinate to alleviate to mitigate pain seemingly intolerable.. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/tale-weaver-276-books-21st-may/ Came across this pic of a public … Continue reading Bookworm
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