hollownessacquires shapeshe carries her lifeon wispy shoulderseach whiff of smokesolidifies into gritshe keeps movingon foggy pathsunsure of the ground beneathbut seeing her limitsin the sky What Do You See?
Grit
Arrows
arrow signson a time machinegive me a choiceenter past, future oranother unknownundefined dimension Not sure if the arrowheadswant to guideor pierce free willNot sure if they willhit me in flightI go undergroundand find me Weekend Writing Prompt
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #312
Welcome to a new block in time, 2024! Numerology says 2024 is a 8-year. 24 adds up to a 6, if I skip the staid 20. I came across several listicles with 24 items like "24 things to do in 2024". PROMPT #312 May 2024 be all about choices and opportunities, so choose the number … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #312
The break of dawn
“When you don’t feel up to the task, check the premises you are coming from because there’s a contradiction somewhere between belief and action,” her mentor’s words ring loud in her ears. “Beliefs do change”, she tries to convince herself. “People believe because they’ve got to believe in something, and what they choose is something … Continue reading The break of dawn
Vermilion red
Roses are red, violets are blue… She was not aware then, that a bouquet of red roses to propose marriage would lead to the onset of blues in her life. The vermilion on her forehead, glass bangles, and the bridal saree were all red. It is the colour of passion – a targeted passion that … Continue reading Vermilion red
The Plight of Starlight
It was a day not so brightWhen she found her inner lightShe gathered the courage to sayThis is not what makes my day impervious eyebrows raised in alarmher audacity left them less than warm“Holy fish!” fear gripped their insidesindependent thoughts cause landslides She spoke and wrote, words rained awayTheir self-righteousness drained away“What is it that … Continue reading The Plight of Starlight
Is that an autobiography?
Muddied boots tell us stories about the journey. There could be invisible germs in the dirt that must be washed away - truth contaminated by imposed versions. Autobiographies are often selective memories with a lot of amnesia. Let the storytellers go, let the dirt speak. Who deposited it there? Who did it meet and gel … Continue reading Is that an autobiography?
Optimism – Mantras to beat the shadows
I am sure, shadows retreating slowly, stealthilyI am sure, shadows retreating slowlyI am sure, shadows retreatingI am sure, shadowsI am sureI amI …. II amI am sureI am sure, ShadowsI am sure, shadows retreatingI am sure, shadows retreating slowlyI am sure, shadows retreating slowly, stealthily stealthily, slowly retreating shadows, sure am Islowly retreating shadows, sure … Continue reading Optimism – Mantras to beat the shadows
Pessimism – Part 2
crossing overto your side of the moonI want to seewhere darkness hidesbut sunlight blocks my pathblinds me yellow I ache for reliefof the nightto crouch under constructed blanketsto sleep over demolished dreamswake up with scaleslending unique vision I see what I want to seesay what denigrates lightwanting my wordsto lacerate sanityit is no mean featto … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 2
Pessimism – Part 1
the cat languishingunder the treearouses envythe birds flying overheadtweet calls for freedomthe sun sneersthreatening to withdrawunappreciated, unutilisedgenerosity it is no mean featto stay enveloped in darknessblame the world for your plightturn off all sources of lightwallow in self-pitydenigrate cheerhold what’s dearso tightthat they startfighting for their right it was not a sunny daywhen you arrived-gloom … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 1
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