wounds become medals stirring memories of pain and courage in war I placed trust in someone, and struggle to hide the scars Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 68
Scars
wounds become medals stirring memories of pain and courage in war I placed trust in someone, and struggle to hide the scars Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 68
textures of history arouse curiosity I touch to feel the spirit but it has disappeared aeons ago left behind are interpretations perspectives and convenient tales colored by biased eyes give me a voice a maiden script I will be a soul reader to decipher unpainted stories Photo Challenge #186 at MLMM Image: … Continue reading Unpainted Stories
nature’s eerie ways experiments with textures and different costumes carry messages of change being the only constant Colleen's Weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge
The monk from the snow-covered Himalayas was sent to the plains, by his guru. The guru wanted him to observe the world, and apply his learnings. “Hey, there! Can I help you?” “I am new to the place, and looking for directions.” The monk held out the piece of paper he was holding. “Cross the … Continue reading Shades of White
water flows down enjoying unabated fleeting human mirth Weekly Haiku Senryu Prompt Challenge #12
“We stand on the edge of history, as we enter a new world.” “You stand the risk of being knocked over. Pedestrians are not allowed here.” (136 characters) Twittering Tale #55
Research is just trial and error, leadership a function of circumstances, the purpose of existence undefined. Faith is a statement of uncertainty, acceptance of limitations. . The system creaks in God’s Country. The ruler prefers remaining in anonymity of oblivion subject to human interpretations. (44 words) Quadrille #43
I was worshipped for my power, wealth and intellect. I was successful. But there was a criminal. My conscience – which derided me on the values I chose. It pulled me in another direction. #Micro-Mondays
I was shocked. The cabbie wore a cap with horns on it, and the name tag said ‘SATAN’ – loud and clear. Surprisingly, he was the politest driver I had ever come across. We visited the dens of criminals, politicians and power-brokers of all kinds. There were smug smiles of satisfaction on all the faces … Continue reading Strategic moves
revolutions change nothing- if targeted at wrong touch-points Senryu for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge