tropical summers midpoints shift with goalposts clouds need release sky supports for own relief raindrops cool parched, summer skins #Haikai Challenge #39
Midsummer Rain
River flowing up a hill
This is unusual. Rivers do not normally move upstream. I see the river moving uphill, and wonder how and why? Has it forgotten or left something valuable there, and wants to retrieve it? Are there old scores to be settled? Does it want to catch someone unaware? Going against the natural flow takes considerable willpower, … Continue reading River flowing up a hill
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42- Time
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42
Time
the most intriguing part of life
the mute spectator
still being held for
whatever happens to us.
time is running slow
time is flying by
time is bad
time is good
time to born
time to die
time, the poor fellow is
always held responsible
ups and downs
in one’s life
but the beauty of time lies not in
giving too much of your time, or
giving less of your time
but
making a balance
on how you divide, manage and balance your time
otherwise
it can
can make or break your life
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42 – Challenge
Challenge
The challenge sits in front of me, daunting in its literal form.
I can see it requires me to step away from my comfort zone, explore the dark patches of my psyche.
I put pen to paper knowing there is an unknown, an area I will either embrace or shy from.
The words flow as I find myself cringing in the expectation of discovery, of a revelation I am not sure I want to make known.
Then a voice says, you can do it, after all, for the most part, you are anonymous, those who read it will only know your words, not your true self.
But I reply that is the issue; my words are my true self.
Then a calming voice whispers in my ear, you are who you are, don’t be afraid, those who know you, love you, nothing can change that.
So I take on…
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Letting it out
We host certain irritations and permit certain negative reactions in our bodies and minds. It gives us some kind of satisfaction – a feeling of superiority over others who bug us, a holier-than-thou feeling, feeling sacred in our miseries. We don’t realize how much our non-stop ranting about history that cannot be changed, bugs others. … Continue reading Letting it out
The Atrocity
No one likes things that are highly unpleasant or distasteful, but life requires compromises, so you may be required to play second fiddle, or be the third wheel, or you may even be asked to play out in left field. Good and evil forces exist within every individual, but once the dark, sinister, malevolent being started sucking the life force out of all of those poor souls who it enslaved, something had to be done before death came to all of them that were locked in the depths of despair. I found his tattoo covered body beyond disturbing and his implausible penchant for murder was definitely frightening. I looked for clues, to solve this unsettling puzzle, as I had to escape before I met my demise. I wandered down so many halls and struggled to open so many doors, but they all looked the same and I remained stuck inside…
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Life’s you
Life captured in 6 lines …
life may be bouquet of roses
or a bed of thorns
either way
I think
life’s
you
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42
Disorder
why do we stress so much on planned structure creative minds like to run free we do admire patterns in nature only to the extent that we can see there is a wild spirit we call God try our best to escape, but we can’t flee its supreme intelligence we applaud I see it going … Continue reading Disorder
Mumbai Monsoon
I had to take an early morning train to college for the Chemistry practical sessions, not knowing what awaited me in the monsoon. Mumbai is known for heavy rains, and water logging in the Kurla car shed. Trains would be held up at that point. And then, the fun began … walking on the tracks … Continue reading Mumbai Monsoon
Night and day, always at play
when I hide, you come out to play watch changing colors of the clay the world is what we make of it plunged in darkness, or cheerfully lit power, love and the sky we share though never seen together there length of fleeting shadows on the soil to measure revolving, rotating turmoil … Continue reading Night and day, always at play
