It came as no surprise to anyone when she entered the arena and found it inhabited by winged predators. It was popularly held theory that the destructive virus was bred in the confines of this space. The people who dared to speak had been eliminated. The eerie silence was pregnant with terror and horror. The darkness got dense, but she … Continue reading Take us out of here….
The late morning was clear and crisp as Sawyer stepped out of the travel hostel. He was on a much-needed vacation, and had decided to go it alone. On the bus, he noticed Radhika, an Indian girl who was holidaying alone, and was chirpy enough to sat Hello to everyone out there. Guiltily, he admitted … Continue reading Sweet revenge
Desolation, take me somewhere .... home or stationI explore emptiness to find pieces, memories to teara meaning lost somewhere in logical interpretationI want to know what escaped, what's hiding where I explore emptiness to find pieces, memories to tearDiscarded tidbits for reasons long forgottenI want to know what escaped, what's hiding whereI want to know … Continue reading Desolation
Web of emotions ….. by Ramya Tantry
I started weaving a web,
Web of emotions,
Emotions that I started feeling and emotions that I expressed..
Little did I know , the web that I weaved had entangled so much trapping me inside..
Mindfield ……. by Punam
Sometimes
the jumbled neurons are a dense tangled web
not letting a shard of sense to penetrate
yet the synaptic cleft is a coarse sieve
through which dark, biased thoughts slither
into the cauldron of disquiet subconscious
poisoning the process of perception
infiltrating the inviolable memory bank
leaving long held beliefs comatose
the communication between
the conscious and the subconscious
totters on the verge of total collapse
But then
learned behaviour kicks in
an antidote to the tenebrous paralysis
sometimes a battle is won or two lost
in this ongoing exhausting war
the surface calm belying the struggle within
giving up often seems the best recourse
stubborn heels dig in then.
The Mind …. by cozyquietcorner
Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #154.
I watch the clear crystals, these raindrops, trail and gather at the ledge of the shed.
One by one, they drip down and fall into the puddle below; purity giving way to the muddy milieu.
And I ponder…
In my mind, I feel the darkness gather at the edge and watch them branch into the void. The cobweb strands sink into my psyche; fear, anger, pain, guilt, insecurity, greed, loneliness, jealousy..
Playing hide and seek, shades shadow these threads. They refine my sanctuary, define my thoughts till they morph.
The spider’s web catches a fly.
Sanity flutters its wings.
These are just some thoughts that randomly invaded my mind looking at the image.
Other prompts: #RDP– Darkness; Word of the Day– Watch; #3TC– Rain, Drip & Puddle; #YDWP– Refine
© 2020, Cozy Quiet Corner.
“A holiday in the skies gives me a view of what birds see,” said his last message, “I resent the silence of birds who see all, but do not tell.” I wish you could tell us about the zaniness you witnessed. A fall ended it all, and plans came to nought. I’m paragliding, because I … Continue reading The world you saw
Cross-wired …..by Eugenia
ensnarled ideas
networked through the depths of time
a web of intrigue
Reena’s Exploration Challenge#154
-Eugenia
image source – prompt host
Tangled ….. by letsreadourwords
Entangled within desires
That branch out viciously
Like the old trees, whose branches
Remain tangled and entwined among themselves;
Untouched, feared, at times revered too.
Their gnarled selves lash mercilessly,
Mindless of our lives…
And what do we do?
We struggle to free ourselves
But alas!! those deadly knots tighten,
And we remain enslaved in a happiness
That’s neither true nor real.
Thank you for reading 😊😊
Conundrum ….. by Radhika
Contemplating on choices at crossroads
Chaotic cacophony prevails in the indecisive mind
Creates contours of illusionary dimensions
Clarity camouflaged by conflict of thoughts
Complex patterns emerge, trying to channelize the clutter
Connecting the dots, seems to be a challenge
Conundrum sums up life’s path!
This style of poetry is called Pleiades. It has only one word in the title followed by a seven line stanza. The first word of each line begins with the same letter as the title.
