Powered by the winds I just want to fly and reinvent myself like clouds in the sky. But I belong to the Earth and it needs power I remain rooted here moving, but slower The Sun paints the sky in patterns bright and new to fuel imagination as I power you Boundaries … Continue reading Empowered Existence
The wilderness is less wild than civilization it does not scare me. Animal hunger is peremptory yet satiable and then they return to the lair. The two-legged hunters plot incessantly for what they see as long-term gains, insatiable unforgiving and inhuman. The world panics if a predator with a tail invades their world … Continue reading Predators
Criminal remains beg forgiveness, as the flames devor their darkness. An awakening too late does not help them, or the world. They stepped into sin and were soon sucked by quick sands Impossible was re-emergence or escape when they wanted it. A blurred perspective and the lure of quick money entrenched their young … Continue reading The Death of a Criminal
I miss doing Erasure poems, since the White Out Wednesday Challenge was withdrawn. I took a shot at the genre again, with an article from my favorite website brainpickings.org. The order of words as they appear in the original article have been changed, to create impact. Meditate on this ... What it means for … Continue reading Nature
The lone tree carries the stories of storms and hurricanes and of survival. It watches many life stories unfold on holidays and take interesting turns. It speaks to them with years of wisdom but remains unheard. Communication gaps! It pines for a holiday for stillness and looking within. Will that be Death? … Continue reading The Lone Tree
The kite soared high in the sky manoeuvred by mentors on grounds below but mistook the flight as its own, and could not resist a vain smirk, to land with a thud on hard rocks. What was wrong? intoxication unreal? or being unable to pay back and win? The … Continue reading Soaring High
She walked up the aisle and down again at midnight in an empty church. She hears the bells ring and the committed sounds of “I do, till death do us part”. Silence envelops the night and nuns look with sympathy at the young widow. Quadrille inspired by Teresa at MLMM Saturday Mix Image: … Continue reading Midnight
Is it a pressed flower between the pages of forgotten chapters? Or the reappearance of a familiar face triggering a storm in still waters? Footfalls on the beach were scarce till the captain of a supposedly capsized ship returned, to claim his place in the news reports and on cheering lips. Lost glory … Continue reading Reappearance
An unexpected knock threw me off the curve into wilderness. I remain buried here life blossoms around me I have learnt to enjoy anonymity and the beginning of life at another level propped by wisdom gained in a previous life. Immobility does not hurt only the fact that you were mobile enough to … Continue reading Mobility
Life continues to surprise me despite acceptance of the inevitable. I wonder how Hope walks Carrying the lamp for Life behind it, treading on corpses of Trust. The miracle of respiration in the ever-changing direction of winds. I look back on my solitary footprints And gaze wide-eyed at the conquered mountain peaks. … Continue reading Intuition
