shadows connect where skies fail action beneath illusions Three Line Tales Three Line Tales
Beneath
Till it happens
frozen dreams await thawing of minds to act, charge ahead mingle with rivers on an adventure or ride boats to pre-planned destinations till…. heat generated internally does it all …. Thursday Photo Prompt
Shadows
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 Shadows
Evolution
timid hearts walk on feet of gloom till feline courage inspires – and opens doors to an existence of unconditional supremacy. human life learns how to overcome and overstep self-imposed thresholds to emerge unscathed in the land of sunshine What Do You See? by Helene Vaillant at Willowpoetry
Unhinged
cloistered feet programmed minds never will know- pleasure of paths outside mental cages -unhinged and free BrewNSpew
Too big for her boots
We grew up together, and shared a lot of chores. I did not mind bearing the brunt of adult wrath, whenever Linda bungled over something. She offered to do my homework, and I was glad to accept…. always good friends. It was all good till she met that guy, Danny, from the city. Her shadow … Continue reading Too big for her boots
Muse
The face pressed against the glass is an inspiration. I admire it each time I pass through the street. I am moved by the haunting smile and eyes. The artist has done a great job. I would like to do something similar, if the muse is as good as her 🙂 (247 characters)
Submerged
This is inspired by a Hindi poem, written by Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) here, for Reena's Exploration Challenge #70 perspectives draw me into a convoluted logic I see you in mirrors, not prisms in a lab your crowning glory clouds my existence but I see you glow in fading sunlight brilliance of your countenance blinds … Continue reading Submerged
Inheritance
She was born with a talent to sketch. Her businessman father often joked, “Your artist grandpa’s creative genes bypassed me to reach you. Your children will probably get into business – like me.” “Dad, I’ll make sure they get creative. It is a challenge I accept.” They would guffaw loudly, as they moved to the … Continue reading Inheritance
The Truth
I knew it in that first meeting, when you gave all the right bytes a young girl wants to hear. And I happened to be heiress to a fortune. Your furrowed brows told me the truth, a mature woman understands. (40 words)
