I tried my hand at a folk-art form called Pichhwai from Rajasthan in India that draws inspiration from nature. Showcase and Share
Folk Art – Pichhwai
Headless
Lost in time, a ghostly guise,Seeking truth through vacant eyes.Yet in the void, a spark may spread,Even in a headless head. Photo Challenge #555
Guineas
I'll talk about guineas, not pennies. My mother often spoke of Guineas – gold coins used as currency during British rule. She came from a landowner (zamindar) family. Her grandparents packed guineas in metal pots and hid them between brick walls. She also mentioned slabs of gold and silver-coated decorations on arched doors and ceilings. … Continue reading Guineas
Outburst
now I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathedark shadows so often surround my thoughts critical voices suffocated methey wanted me frozen in moulds or wreathsnow I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathe Thoughts are just branches of a worn-out … Continue reading Outburst
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #369
Welcome back! PROMPT #369 This week, the Xploration Challenge explores different aspects of physical, geographical, mental or emotional isolation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKB46PTBJlA&t=217s Yes, you guessed it right. The theme of the week is ISOLATION It is not necessary to talk about tribes or islands. Let the word take you wherever it goes. a world riddled bypolitical pleonasmssilence … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #369
Don’t let it go
Don’t stay silent if your voice is ignored.There’s a wall, a sky to hear your scream. Write your stories before the ink fadesLet it seep through unconscious realms Someone, something goes with the wind;It is your soul, not a memory or dream. Six Sentence Stories OLN #379
Dissolution
My windows opened to an endless dreamNot knowing sunshine would shatter that gleam I admired your elegance and measured movesNow, why does your silence feel so extreme? Your sophistication was an unspoken promise.I dreamt of new worlds, naive as it may seem. On a dark night, you were the moon sereneIn Reena’s home, you dissolved … Continue reading Dissolution
Motherhood
my mother failed to see some lineswhen she held my pudgy palm;she kissed a smooth, unblemished cheeknot knowing what would grow on it-lines of experiencewhere she would have no partshe held me up in the airI was her work of art her innocence failed to perceivea blank canvason which life would paint storiesetch lines not … Continue reading Motherhood
Presentation
it takes more courageto shed leaves; bare your wounds thandress in borrowed clothesunpretending pulls the corepresenting it takes your soul Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Expunging Darkness
“Have you visited the Ajanta or Ellora caves? The wall frescoes, painted by ancient artists, tell many different stories. We have these outlines on a canvas and plenty of colours to fill in. Your life story depends on what you choose.” Words of wisdom fell off like ice cubes from a merciless face. He blamed … Continue reading Expunging Darkness
