Hollowness became tangible in her person. She sought entry into every household she was acquainted with at some level, and emerged excited, squeaking secrets to every person she met on the street. She felt gratified by inclusion, and boasted about it as ‘closeness’. She was greeted by a wry smile or snarling glance, when she … Continue reading Hollowness Personified
watch yellowsturn flaming orangechallenge sun,pallid moonssupported by deep watersthen meet a mountain rigid rockscompel a retreatteach lessonssurvivalneeds good navigation skillsnot raw bravado Written for Photo Challenge #439 at MLMM
She died yesterday. The priest chants mantras irrelevant to the essence of her life. She stood for freedom and path-breaking ideas. Rituals are about beating a trodden path with sticks shaped out of a murdered tree. Those who pray for the soul to rest in peace know not that she exists beyond their reach - … Continue reading She died yesterday
crackling logs rekindle thoughtsdying branches, twigsgasping for last breaths beforetumbling into ash-fireplaces bring no comfort a soul cries aloud in shockas it recalls deathin a previous lifetimeit takes time and love-to rejoice in a new form formation to destructioncycles of naturewhat's sandwiched between layersis the core of life-cackling two faced energy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7hIz5khVPAhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gD9xyTWO8fQ Written for … Continue reading In between
The fairies that live beneath the ground always boost energy. It is strange how those with the power to fly choose to remain underground and inspire others. The colors she sees flying across the sky in the form of clouds, rainbows, sunrise or sunset hues become fairies in her mind. They are real, visible but … Continue reading Fairy Tales
sometimes i do find myself in the state of Job rebelling against God the law demanding to be justified for all the good deeds i’ve done, asking where is my divine retribution but self righteousness is the voice of hell and in hell all is self justified
at times i’d find myself at the state of Elijah with all the power and might in my chariot riding the peaks of disciplinig the mind more spiritual and intellectual knowledge i reign supreme at but compassion and love i have none but wrath and anger are pronounced ah- the glory of Elijah’s state
thank God for the grace of my imagination like this beautiful maiden Iam constantly redeemed drawing golgotha out of my own bondage and limitation in a state of Moses Iam pointed the way to fuse with the vision of my imagination
innocence supremeshe fell on a fresh painting-artist's influencepainted on without a brushshe stands transformed foreverthe artist's best work as yet What Do You See in this work of art?