I laugh at the mirror and it laughs back at me handsome and ugly hold no meaning in absence of an opinion and a perspective. I cry silently as I touch reality of my loneliness The mirror and I are the only two staring at each other. Saturday Mix at MLMM
I am a cynic leave me alone I am absolutely fine. Experience is taking the shocks and knocks. I know the threshold where positivity falls. I have traversed the long and spiral road from Hope to Expectation to Stonewalls. I couldn’t care less about crossing lines The other side of which is not … Continue reading Cynical Thought
The reference is the now extinct 'Sati' system, where a widow was burned on the funeral pyre along with her dead husband. The dead women were glorified and had temples built as their memorials. the bell that chimes echoes my screams from the funeral pyre where I was burnt alive inheritance issues a … Continue reading Sati
Diving deep to generate ideas the flotsam and jetsam of untargeted thoughts emerging from unconscious depths finding its space. I wonder what the boats on the surface are fishing for I will be judged based on their catch and the display they choose for it. Photo Challenge #199
I see multiple dimensions in seeming simplicity amplified happiness deep valleys of sorrow a painful realization of being different in detachment sunlight radiates joy while the sun burns fire spreads warmth the source exhumes itself. I wish I was a poem not the poet. (44 words) Poem One for Me - dverse … Continue reading Bleeding
My vertical presence on this planet does not absolve me of guilt of bowing down to power of spreading myself too thin resting on unearned laurels to expand the dimensions of undeserved success. You find it distasteful the compromises that I make to extend a hollow span to ambitious eternity. You would rather revel … Continue reading Hollows
Hi, Elsie I have tried my hand at the formats which are new to me, Sidlak Poetry – is a structured poetry consisting of five lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables and a color. The last line must be a color that describes the whole poem or the feeling of the writer. Bussokusekika Poetry – a pattern of 5-7-5-7-7-7 Retourne Poetry Retourne … Continue reading #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 81 – Transport & Exercise
“Do you really have a choice? jobs are scarce, markets stagnant and cost of living up….” The psychopath smirked to see competent shoulders slightly drooping. No response to mails goodwill withered away logic had no place silence conspiratorial and eloquent with disapproval. Tale weaver 156 at MLMM
torn ligaments snapped tendons lapped up by predators a part of me emerges unscathed pained weary but willing to reinvent rebuild and give life another chance Is there a world out there to give me ground and air to breathe? the battle of life will start all over again in that precious space in … Continue reading Restart
I found myself in the ruins once again following shadows of imagination wishful thinking elevates then I fall with a thud of disappointment creating reverberations an era turns inside me creating space to renew and rebuild rephrase creation beliefs flipping over sprouting again Personalization First Line Friday at MLMM
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