Which way does Imagination go and where is Perfection Point? Dreams are my canvas thoughts my tools and I keep flying … What is a journey without a destination? It is more a witch hunt than a map for research but I keep walking ….. How do I know if I lag behind … Continue reading Which Way?
It doesn’t interest me what you ache for. The adventure of being alive is opened by life’s betrayals the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to self; if you can bear accusation of betrayal but not betray your own soul; if … Continue reading I want to know (Erasure Poem)
We are in the tenth and last week of the Exploration Challenge. It is needless to say that I enjoyed the interactions immensely. And this is a fairly simple one. Just read the four quotes in the pic, and write whatever it inspires. The piece you write can be a quote, prose, fiction, a form … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge # Week 10
Ebbing tides reveal what lies beneath disguised, ignored and helps it face the world with its original force. Withdrawal does not shock anymore as I come to terms with the real face life has to show. I will tread with care tomorrow when the tides are high again fully aware of what … Continue reading Ebb
What would I say to Harvey Weinstein? Nothing. That species only deserves to be ignored. What would I say to the guys I trust and respect? Again, nothing. They must have done something to earn the respect and trust. I will continue to enjoy casual and careless chatter with them, without fear of repercussions. I … Continue reading What?
I look into your eyes, as my beak is pointed towards the half-eaten biscuit held in your balanced hand. You are the kind soul who has been feeding me for several weeks, and I am suitably grateful for small mercies. But, I am just curious to know – who takes the first bite? (3 Lines … Continue reading Curiosity
The grey suit looked dapper with a white shirt, navy tie and a silver collar-pin. However, Harvey changed the tie for a red one, and carefully added a flower on the lapel. He had to be at his charming best. He quite enjoyed his Casanova reputation built up over the years. It was a night … Continue reading A Splash of Red
The sight of a grey sky always pulled her down. She was not sure, if she was imagining the red streaks on the sky, or if they were real. She looked at the dense fog, and wondered if the sunlight was cutting through the fog, or the fog was overpowering sunlight. The latter appeared to … Continue reading Loss
I grew up with the notion that the sky sheds tears at night, which we see as morning dew. It awakened compassion in me for the stars and moon, and I thought about what made them cry. Was it a lesson not learnt, or an incomplete school assignment? The botany lessons lessened my sympathy a … Continue reading Vanishing Magic
mirage of life keeps hope floating around just enough to live what we call fate reminds us of the grand illusion In other words, illusion at Patricia's Place
