“I have a confession to make.” His loving eyes looked different, and she felt a knot in the stomach. “No. It’s not what you think. I’m not going away anywhere. The monster you killed that fateful night was a dummy, and I helped you escape the law. But the monster who harassed you before that … Continue reading Scared
“This has to be done, because everybody in the family does it, and I can’t stand out like a sore thumb.” “I’m not compelled to worship your gods.” “Is that your final decision?” “Yes, and I’m leaving, because the nothingness horrifies me. There is no individual I can interact with, just constructed shadows of the … Continue reading Constructed shadows
Nothing of value lost ..... by Rhen Laird
“Go ahead, if that is your final decision.” “So you are not joining us?” “No. Time will tell how much are they underwater, and how much above it. I think I already know it.” https://only100words.xyz/2020/04/23/three-line-tales-week-221/
Here is a tanka prose in response to https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/04/21/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-174-photoprompt/ alabaster skin as smooth as I remember slips from my fingers she walks away – don’t know where but gone, never to return….. Mom said the beauty of character lay in steadfastness. Dad was progressive, believed in going with the wind, being flexible and jumping on … Continue reading I cannot
Once upon a time, there was paper….. Paper could hold words, pictures, memories, research, creativity and MONEY. Paper was primitive genius. I could hand over a million dollars to you, and you passed it on to someone, but there was no record of it. “You know why bitcoin is eulogized” I hear Grandpa speak those … Continue reading Money Genius
Reena Saxena on that fateful day you came never to go away you live now in memory temples thru’ all highs n lows Angel Soul! Broken leg and ribs but always so whole… love measured in oceans lighted within us lamps of devotion https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/21/poetics-companions/
English translation of hecblogger’s poem below
We may never meet again
Why do I write a new ghazal?loneliness, pain – all the same
What will I add in a new ghazal?confessions of love painted in sin
what hell will befall in a new ghazal?a virgin life in emotional cauldrons
inkless pens can’t write new ghazals…each gesture of yours is poetry….
don’t blame me, if it becomes a new ghazal
कोई उम्मीद नहीं उनसे मिलने की
कैसे लिखूँ मैं कोई अब ग़ज़ल नई
वही तन्हाई, वही दर्द, है हिज़्र वही
क्या जज़्बात करे बयां ग़ज़ल नई
इज़हार-ए-इश्क़ करना हुआ मुहाल
न जाने क्या गज़ब ढाए ग़ज़ल नई
उम्र बीती बिना विसाल-ए-यार हुए
सूनी कलम क्या कहे ग़ज़ल नई
तेरी हर अदा खुद है शायरी अमित
क्या खता मेरी जो कहूँ ग़ज़ल नई
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #131
legends are made of stardust which slipped my fingers into ether high, high … up there till it did not belong to me it drills a hole to remind what I could have been it generates resentment, envy I wrap it up in admiration, applause - without putting hands together so that the … Continue reading Stardust
wistfully I stare at her pretty form disappearing in the mist all that was missed all that could have been all that I had to leave to stay rooted where I am yet I tremble with fear at the thought that she might turn back and take away the future that yet … Continue reading Yet…
