indulgence in forbidden dreams led me to paths unknown with no promised gardens, but seeds to last aeons Tuesday Chatter Weekly
Indulgence
Dreamz
The hunt begins for resources wilting willpower forgotten friends tricky time money stashed away for a rainy day I’m drawn to paths less travelled which were forsaken long ago in quest of something known but never found Yes, it rained dreams on me yesterday Quadrille #57
Heartbeat of cities
grassiness of grounds beneath me hard corns on bleeding, stumbling feet speak of decades passing by play of haves and have-nots heartbeats of cities ignoring rants awaiting better days Weekly Writing Challenge #142
Fragile
fragile moments tear apart love from life heartbeats give away Ronovan Writes
Exposure
I resent being invaded, but host all external invaders. why push the oars through fragmented waters of my mind uninterrupted flow of blue waves belies unsavory secrets lying below where your oars cannot reach I disguise and rename whatever I cannot put out of sight I prefer to call it dark reflections of disturbed skies … Continue reading Exposure
Masked
whither authenticity? we soon learn to fall in line it is tact, not duplicity when you ask, I say I’m fine I stumbled too, but only once I don’t enjoy being called a dunce all masks constructed carefully I choose the most appropriate which takes me to the right gate it’s a life … Continue reading Masked
Dear Humanity,
Dear Humanity, Unfortunately, I find that what sparks the light in me does that only to me. There are very few or no takers for the same. I came across this quote a few days ago, shared it on LinkedIn, and the response was zilch. “The moral flabbiness born of the exclusive worship of the … Continue reading Dear Humanity,
At the break of dawn…
“I have walked through it several times, at different hours of the day and night, but with very little success in my mission”, wrote a police officer on social media with this picture. The tunnel is known to be a criminal haunt, but the miscreants are never caught. Folklore has stories of secret entry and … Continue reading At the break of dawn…
Yuku Haru (passing spring)
spring already passed mirrors reflect seasons on our precious skin drenched in unseasonal rainfall languorous day in a spa Haikai Challenge #34
Blank Spaces
emptiness blank space to fill in inspires revives the world now belongs to me to paint vivid dreams SoCS
