I obey the master but never speak he is the blaster I was silenced with the turn of a knob perfect control on his heartthrob a metallic lady running silent, running deep, and obediently violent I turn to face him at his will he pulls the trigger as usual, to kill … Continue reading Contrast
Time held captive by history books calendars and clocks, claimed by inflated egos as their golden eras of personal achievement. Time struggles to be recognized as a flowing stream where denizens of the world step in and step out leaving it unlabelled, undefined. A child waits for liberation of time to let the … Continue reading Time
This is the opposite of Erasure Poems (erasing words from a given para or stanza to create a poem). I have added words to all the titles given in the prompt. Shall we call it Patchwork Poetry? All that lies broken in the house of bones is the sound of pride and jagged pieces … Continue reading Lost in time
fearful minds do not enter untried and untested portals the internet of life is virgin territory the hands of time held hostage by a benign monstrosity oblivious to its impact on future of fear an untouched core awaits the seer who overcomes time to discover eternity of truth Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
liquid dreams moulded to suit their desires and frozen with their contempt, scald like molten lava with the latent power of revenge. SoCS
slippery rocks icy water unsteady gait chasing shady secrets and buried treasures I trust the one who holds my hand and shares the greed hoping one instinct does not overlap another. structured bonds of partners in crime as organic as greed can be I learn about human nature walking behind the waterfall … Continue reading Walking behind the waterfall
Back-stabbing surgery crunches into scabs displaying fine artistry of woven faith to prepare the surface leaving faint memories ripe for takeover by a plastic surgeon. Wounds bloom into scars life lessons for targets bouquets for those who deserve trust and brickbats for the unsuspecting. (44 words)
Did I see My shadow there? It does not look like me. disfigured, disconnected, mutilated by objects in between Mirrors have different ‘effects’ cameras have filters and lenses. How do I recognize my own ‘self’’? devices have so dulled my senses. I seek a mirror which to mould to my shape realtime, … Continue reading Sunday Writing Prompt #231 “Quotes by Alan Watts”
inking desires fantasies unfulfilled wishes or commemorating golden moments thoughts spilling out assuming crazy forms expressions I can’t use in conversations or social interactions words infusing spirit adding flavor to my day giving a high writing will always be be a pleasure without guilt. #SoCS
fragility of waves corroding stone the venom generated with each dispersion in the vastness of mixed waters. life being nurtured in the underbelly of polluted waters and helpless shores peeps through to regenerate faith gods and anti-gods man the gates to incarcerate soul and spirit and yet creation outsmarts destruction. #writephoto
