thresholds lay down the lawmovement happensby defiance Urns full of lovespill – to make the worlda place worth living bookends protectminds learn and propagate-knowledge spreads Personal brands-new age nomenclaturefor fluid identity a shapeshifter that adaptsyet emerges betterfrom each assumed shape ideas need to travelat the risk oftransformation hollowness lives foreverit has nothing to loseface it, … Continue reading Thresholds
lines defineboundaries; yetbring it all togetheras a wholein shapes and formswith colour-burstsbecoming accent-pieces overlapping contoursmelting pot culturesconflicting currentscompel fresh viewson long-held beliefs sparkling tiny starson dark, stormy skieslose identityas dawn breaks Quadrille at dVerse Photo Challenge at MLMM
don'tjust waitforeverexpress emotions-while we still breathe, can shed a teargraveyards are notorious for their eery silence What Do You See
On the other side of fear lies Experience,A vast expanse where courage unfurls its wings.There, the winds of uncertainty carry whispers,the sun paints the canvas of daring dreams. Fear, a sentinel at the threshold of Safety,Its stone walls sturdy, its gates bolted tight.Within, we find refuge from life's tempests,Yet our hearts yearn for the wild … Continue reading On the other side of Fear
an unusual shapepeeks through cloudsin unnamed colourswithout a sound Is it an alien taking stockof conquerable planets?Or a form of Godafraid of facing worldsdeemed to be his creation?so unrecognisable nowthis is not how it was plannedthis is not what it wasmeant to be clouds part to give wayto unknown artbefore the raindrops falland sing a … Continue reading The Stranger’s Face
Homesseem to have a life of their ownwatching goings-onsometimes reflecting impactof conversations that happencongenial or conflicts I wonder why the AC conked offa bulb gives upthe exhaust fan moves slowlyas I pack bags for a moveto another cityto another buildinganother home If they have sensed a separationHow do I let them knowThe walls are not … Continue reading I’ll keep coming back
In this grand age where truth is but a rare guest,rarely invited, often shown quickly out,lies all dressed in Sunday's best doth manifest,spreading their gospel but sowing seeds of doubt.facts are passé, and fictions in request,"Believe what feels right," the loud masses do shout.in wisdom's stead, we've crowned only loud and crass,truth's obit penned with … Continue reading Truth’s Obit
when you created this illusion called Earthand put us all in a massive simulationDid you think of being supercededby thought energy? It’s Me, Me everywhere, Godyou are but a figment of my imaginationthe sky and cloudsbear names I gavecolours that change in a heartbeatazure to ceruleantea, Cobalt, Aegeanlapiz, Indigo, Oceancolours that battle the rainbowto be … Continue reading It’s Me, Only Me
it feels unendingshadows of uncertaintyloom on a deceptivelystraight and narrow path I must reach the gateat the other endit spells hope-but I do not knowwhat horrors lie ahead Yet, I will get thereif only to knowif my journey has beenfruitful or futile What Do You See #230
sharp tonguesare a weapon of defencethough they offendas much as swords respect boundariesto let warrior instinctsrest in peacesalute othersfor letting others be spare a thoughtwhy you appearas a threatfind a wayto allay fears Quadrille at dVerse
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