Milestones- carry burdens irony of being marked for being unmoved by unheard stories of characters on unknown journeys Maps - untraversed fields to plant hopes in travellers bear untold agony of seeing some dashed mute spectators - to marked destinies Thursday Photo Prompt : Way-stone #writephoto
Welcome to yet another week of exploration! Numbers are irrelevant. The journey of moving inwards is not time bound. PROMPT That which is unspoken becomes unspeakable - Adrienne Rich The rules remain the same. The format can be prose, poetry, a combination of both, a memory, anecdote, review of a book you read, a photograph or … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 60
“I like to dress in classic styles. It is safer to err on the conservative side.” “Classic is not vintage, but something that has stood the test of time.” “How does it matter?” “Wear what suits your personality to the tee, and becomes a part of you. It will go on to become to classic … Continue reading Classics
The meek shall inherit the Earth. It was meant to encourage certain personality traits. In my view, the average will, because going by the Law of Averages, they balance out extremes. The concept of ‘likeability’ actually boils down to being similar to others. Extremes of any kind, or even the different ones are quickly rejected, … Continue reading Genius or Idiot?
Your rigidity restricts you, despite the excellence of your construction. I love the fluidity of my being. Be not vain! You are still controlled by the water and sun. And your existence will end, if I cut you off at the base. Can you, really? It is all about the water and sun. Three … Continue reading Twinning
Sanah’s take on #MeTooIndia
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Reena’s Exploration Week # Week 59
“So you think money is at the root of all evil… “
Well just yesterday I encountered a few road side Romeo’s eve teasing a lonely girl walking down the street.
She was helpless.
Afraid to react to their catcall.
Afraid that things might escalate.
She didn’t dare turn to look.
She hurried and scurried away like she had seen a ghost.
They were doing it for cheap fun, not money.
In another separate incident, I witnessed a rather vile man touching a woman inappropriately.
It was in a crowded city bus, stacked with people.
Not even enough space to turn around.
He was behind her, took advantage of the crowd and was groping her.
She was unable to move because of the crowd and it was too late to react.
Before she…
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The tourist guide tells me that dome-shaped structures facilitate circulation of energy, in absence of sharp angles and corners. I’m not sure if energy is always positive. An idle thought crosses my mind – maybe the speakers like to hear echoes of their own voice. What could be the purpose of elaborate sculptural design and … Continue reading Humbled
I think of the nights we spent together, clinging to each other. Your dried tears on my fur are still unwashed. We were a tremendous source of strength to each other. I found a purpose to my existence, other than looking pretty on a shelf. You sought comfort in my softness and muteness, to wash … Continue reading Use and Throw
change becomes me as much as love or rage all those milestones - fossils of my old self celebrating journeys of the past but offering no place – to stop or rest In other words, change at Patricia's Place
it happened again full moon inspired some dreams just to shrink once more Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
