She stares at the bar menu indecisively. The drinks that her parents stocked in the bar are not featured here. She used to enjoy a Long Island Iced Tea with her ex, but the drink was discarded with bitter memories. “Do you have a sampling system, where I can try a few options?” “Lady, are … Continue reading Spirits
she flies to unfathomable heightsto experience oceanic depthsas waves crash beneath her she holds the trophy with firm fingerswalks with a confident gaitlet the chains dissolve in thin air She cares two hoots about swirling ropesfrustrates frozen, captive minds Reena's Xploration Challenge Quadrille at dVerse
Why do memoriesflood terminal, ageing mindsAs if there's nowhere to go? a rain-soaked pictureblurred views with fading eyesightrelevance in reverse gear a sharpened focusto make sense of life gone byDid they enact the right scenes? reminiscencesrepainting past decisionsfor rationalisation Why do stories changeand we call it dementia?Sunsets fleet on horizons. a director's dollposing as the … Continue reading Autumn resplendence departs
breaking unity of the bricks to let a few secrets outwindows challenge closed doors and frozen thoughtswelcome the wind, let in the clouds and rainI stand drenched in myths, tales beyond my reachNot knowing how to weave so much opennessInto a story; I deny entry to truth and shut the window. W3 Prompt dVerse - … Continue reading So much openness
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I have watched three generations and envy sisters who can be 4 am friends for each other at any stage in life. I don’t have a sister, so I made a feeble attempt to connect with a cousin. I had to beat a quick retreat as our mindsets did not match. She would keep reiterating … Continue reading Emotionally Secure
The body is a song, each limb a verse, each motion a melody. Dance is the language through which we worship the physical. Every twist and leap is a prayer, a declaration of life resounding in good health. Dance is the body reclaiming its divine blueprint, a celebration of existence that gracefully rewrites gravity, inspiring … Continue reading Dance and Violence
Six years old was he, mycousinmade a friend in school calledReenainsisted that his baby sister benamed thusrhyming with many others; lacksmeaningThe R rebels, but I’m stuck with itFor life MTB at dVerse
Expectations make them bleed, as they struggle to hide their blues and bruises on seemingly unbroken skin. Religion arrives first, offering bandages emblazoned with sacred symbols, wrapping it in layers of divine justification. Morality follows close behind, labeling the wound as righteous and the pain as virtuous suffering. Nailed to a cross, the injury festered; … Continue reading Bandaged Existence
Faith works wonders, they sayFaith is the best medicine we haveWhat kind of placebo is this?It numbs you to bridles and whips. I’m called out for breaking normsI’m labelled a traitor sans fire-armsWhat kind of jury is this?Defense unheard; judgments passed What the majority says is religionI can communicate only in pidginWhat kind of theism … Continue reading Awakening
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