What kind of sounds do their souls emanatetheir essence scooped out - too soon or too late?Did they grow unhindered to their full potential?before gifting shells l to those who appreciate their essence scooped out - too soon or too lateI wonder if they cry for what has been lostbefore gifting shells l to those … Continue reading Potential
let me take you wheretalent unbroken and wholea thousand splendid soulsreside in anonymity let us try to give them a namethey’re not hungry for famebut for my sake and yoursthey need visibility let them clash with no onethey don’t crave powerI see enhanced worlds with exposureIt is a rare beauty Source of Inspiration Moonwashed Weekly … Continue reading Unbroken talent
Those suppressed sounds, reverberate on snooze, buttons pressed to let them sleep dreams clutched tight stalk, awake-ephemeral, moments of moldable clay capacity, drives borrowed consciousness, alarms ring in twilight zonesthe day I know, why I stepped out of bed, darkened suns will fly aglow a song will play, parting silent lips now, bells will welcome a … Continue reading Missed Alarms
when the countdown to New Year startsand you know in your heart of heartsLife is not going to change much you read all the horoscopes, thoughlet the outgoing take a bowfor the magic of Hope is such You hum a tune at signals greenYou let December dress and preento hold the future in your clutch … Continue reading November
What'sall thisfuss about?I'm still aliveI'm not playing gamesjust that I like to bebeyond sight, beyond your reachBreathe Easy is my new ventureStop there, don't follow me, teach or preachWhat's all this fuss about? I'm still alive… W3 PROMPT #135
I’m still wordlesswhirlwind speedsleads to whirl-cycloneand much more… six trillion milesis a light-yearI was not taughtto count beyond thatand I’m not sureif I’m within that rangeor without mooringsbeyond the span of gravity I feel a pullwith no strings attachednot a known face or namelimitations put me in shame I’ll write about it sometime.if time existsor … Continue reading Not fiction, not my clone
It watched the world with knowing gaze,Through centuries of change,From kingdoms rise to empires fall,In cycles, vast and strange. now it sees a world transformed,By gadgets, screens, and speed,A pace too swift for ancient minds,A world it cannot lead. But now it feels a deep despair,A sadness in its core,For though it's wise and strong … Continue reading Let it sleep
What can the wind blow other than deep roots?The maiden holds her swirling skirt in dreadBanyan trees grow roots to go underground Check your homesteads to see what lies looseWatch the clouds fly, and the sky blush deep redSecrets are stories to make worlds go round When the winds whistle, will they remain mute?those who … Continue reading Turbulence
Prompt lines —when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be manCredit: E.E.Cummings welcome the freshnessand the fragranceit covers scarsof wounds inflictedlong ago smudged fingerprintsconceal identitiesforetell a fraudby repeated assaultsunmindful of historyor warning disasters resentment subsidesempathy overridesfor both man and natureare just faded memoriesof whateverthey used to be Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - … Continue reading Faded Memories
walls protectwalls dividewho am I to decideor questionmorality of the act intent decidesintent divideswhat unites or separates peopleinto a homogenous massor warring groups critics deridecritics divideopinions unverifiablewhat or who survivesis the winner Photo Challenge Quadrille at dVerse
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