This refers to the murder of a journalist I'd never heard of, till the assassination brought many stories to light. You can read about her on Wikipedia it was the only way she knew to liveit was the only voice she spoke withbereft of veilsor diplomatic shieldsaccused of stealing laptopsshe fought extremistswith a bare pen … Continue reading Gauri Lankesh
picturesque valley-depth of commitmenttouches unseen heightsmoves spectators in a row touch-me-not beautyborrowed from godsattracts and rebuffs;purifies and glows no magical faeriespopping out of cornersyet, life changes whenintangible magic flows Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
quadrilling my way through forty-four mirrors I saw angles, shapes I’d missed before I hauled others in the hallway, to show the difference between reality and perception How it altered the world around us as narratives changed… and we faced each other as strangers…. Quadrille at dVerse
rockets of misinformationunleashedplanets jump out of orbitsperceive invadersas messengers of Godspelling doom rockets hit the Sununplanned self-immolationbut remnants of liesscattered in the universefake orbitsto house planetswho misinterpretedPower It destroys the sourceyet lets the impact remain-polluted mindsetscarrying imprintsof what ceased to existmemories ago Power and Illusionshake handsit’s their best kept secretso far … butnot so good … Continue reading Power and Illusion
flummoxed byunexpected endingsI walked overnew beginnings moods dominated.by darknessoften forgetmagic of dawn something you left behindoutlived its relevancewhat’s yet to begincarries significance sky is an illusionpushing youto touch the unknown silent stars below youstruggle to speakto changeline of visiontell youyou’ve already risenabove destinations they don’t stop youfrom flying highbut just acknowledgetargets reachedor those that came … Continue reading Don’t stop, just acknowledge
dreamsmeetingreal life-a growth cyclehazy memoriesburied disappointments-sorting out thoughts and feelingsmirrors reflect maturationall that happens between life and death What Do You See
The mirror laughs; it’s only meNot touching real with a barge poleEternal question – to be or not to belike you? Am I a body, mind or soul? Born alone, designed by circumstanceCriticise me softly, say it aloudIs originality just a matter of chance?I’m mis-shapen, broken - but unbowed. There’s no regret, there are no … Continue reading Original Soul
“Who says you can’t buy love?”A billboard screams….soft, tiny barking soundslight up the placeThey sell puppies hereinvite peopleto give them a home. But seriously, can I?Are there other beingswho find their way into hearts?make any place their homewith love and loyaltybrand it with indelible memoriespranks, sweetness,love, just loveand some more love… Sometimesthey leave the home … Continue reading A place called Home
thick boundary linesneatly drawn withlabels in legible fontsnavigating through life,work and leisureall such a pleasure and then I stumbleon bleeding linesscreaming for attentionthe most difficult to readdecipher and walk throughis the map of emotions Quadrille at dVerse
amygdala hijackheightens imaginationtrust slackensoverlook the goodsurrender hope-impending disasterthat never happens fear paralyses lifesucks out positivesanity fractionedmental illness killslong before spring-autumn digssummers wizened belief is the only truthshut eyes to real-life blackenedstruggle to proveperspectives are true-dignity cheapenedmisery deepened Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - impending
