fragile petalslend their wispy presenceto the grandeur of a flower,the magic of a garden-the fleeting graceof nature’s miracles the gardener waters plantshands cupping lifefeet crushing a fallen petalhe nurturedbut failed to recogniseits independent existence Quadrille Monday at dVerse
moving in a spiralI access larger circlesnot concentricnot asking for change of lanejust a smooth transition-to the infinite-to the beyondan amazing expansionof ingrained perspectives there are no endingsjust new beginningsI don’t walkbut flow… W3 Prompt #177
that approving glance tells memuch of what I thought or saidhas filtered out my angst, resentment and ragechose not to stir the potand quietly disappearedinto oblivion the filtered version is not methe accepted version is certainly not me Quadrille #231
Do not reveal dreams-a rumpus is raisedby those who don’t figure in itThey tear it to shreds,wish you a thorny future There’s a price to be paidfor blooming in desertsfor walking alonefootprints wiped outby resentful followers Quadrille #230
eyes focussed on screenslips talking on the phonewith so much glee… children raising palms“Mom, please don’t disturb” She jabbers onin the hopethat her wordswill catch a matching wavelengthsomeday, sometime, some placeand get to know herindividuality Quadrille at dVerse - shall we jabber on?
Shed fears like you shed clothes. I’m compelled to be a sharkto protect myself from a whaleand nibble on baby crocodilesThey swallow smaller fish;Their bellies are notwhere I want to be We sail in the same boatof self-defence Quadrille at dVerse
He grabs the medical test reportand gives an accurate diagnosiswithout reading the name on the envelopenames have faded for himHe can’t recall what he had for breakfastyells at the attendant-the doctor’s memory is melting awaycore competence remains W3 Prompt #164
I want to pluck it outThe maverick, honest gene in meThe world around me revolvesanti-clockwise……Dizzy, I wonderIf I’ve been doing it wrongall along My way is not the highway.My conscience is not the gatekeeper.I’m an anachronism Quadrille #226
Nocturnal birds dig the night deepto unlock wisdom held by darknessdraw silver lines on purple skiesmake planets weary of earthly voyagersthat smell of human hands, not rootsSunrise might reveal conspiracieswhere East and West show Northof human ambition Quadrille Monday at dVerse Pub
they call me dominatingwhen I don’t let them dominate I am labelled a dissenting notewhen I refuse to be an annexure I take their pitying glancesand throw it behind my shoulderThe forward march begins…when I refuse to acknowledge them Weekend Writing Prompt #418
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