Recreation

The sky and water are both different shades of blue, as they reflect different realities for each of us. They represent the universal consciousness, which gets contaminated with our thoughts and ideas. I wonder how do fish view the birds in the sky. Do they see projections of their own fantasies, or distorted reality? We … Continue reading Recreation

Connect Me

Writing takes me to places inside me and in the universe, where I have never been before. It is an involuntary process leading to valuable discoveries. The process is also time sensitive in certain ways. I revisit a piece and think that I cannot do it again. It was something that hit my consciousness at … Continue reading Connect Me

Combinations

John was perplexed with the combination of subjects I recommended – History, Physics, Philosophy and Anthropology. The final choice was subject to what the college permitted. “Mom, how do the subjects connect?” “They build on each other. The concepts explain how a major part of the world functions, and has evolved.” “There is so much … Continue reading Combinations

Watching You Soar

I watch your ambitions soar high with envious consternation assuming new shapes in the sky   I watch your ambitions soar high brilliant minds never lie in captive imagination.   I watch your ambitions soar high with envious consternation   Triolet information used from the following links http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/triolet.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triolet   Inspired by Weekend Writing Prompt … Continue reading Watching You Soar

A parent grows up

I watched my child grow bolder, as he tackled small challenges in life. He could walk a few steps without support, and then hold a glass in his tiny, but steady fingers. I see him pushing the boulder up the hill, and my heart goes out to him. But he has grown up now, and … Continue reading A parent grows up

Spilling Ink

inking desires fantasies unfulfilled wishes or commemorating golden moments   thoughts spilling out assuming crazy forms expressions I can’t use in conversations or social interactions   words infusing spirit adding flavor to my day giving a high writing will always be be a pleasure without guilt.   #SoCS

Manned Gates

fragility of waves corroding stone the venom generated with each dispersion in the vastness of mixed waters.   life being nurtured in the underbelly of polluted waters and helpless shores peeps through to regenerate faith   gods and anti-gods man the  gates to incarcerate soul and spirit and yet creation outsmarts destruction.   #writephoto

Riding through the Sunset

I ride through the sunset in a golden glow, smashing self-imposed frameworks. Life is only a transition, with no beginning or end. The call of voices from the future and new dimensions is irresistible.   Three Line Tales #Week 95