Poetry- an enigma -Write, scribbleco-create with prompts, scrub the subconsciousthen let it create and make you powerlessa visible medium, but cluelessabout emergence of wordslashing outon keyboards write in free versechoose a syllable form to accept slaverystay bound to the tyranny of form and structurecount syllables though how you say a worddiffers in geographies and accentslet … Continue reading Poetry
Why did I grow up without companions? Minionsin a world which slots you whoby the company you keep weepand I couldn’t accept their ways daze there were no influencers mincersor role models to tell me how nowI grew up well with myself shelfI’m not Narcissus, nor his sorrow callowJust authentic tickJust myself pelfAnd this is … Continue reading Just how I’d like to be
Welcome to the International Women's Week! PROMPT #321 We have an image prompt this week. Well, it's a gallery, not a single image 🙂 The format of the piece is not restricted, and there is no last date either unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #321
It has been ages since you released abridged versions of yourself, to gain approval – an approval that did not help you in any way. They eulogized and encouraged you to go further, to project themselves in a positive light. Mind it, your virtues were being extolled for the sacrifices you made. Your potential was … Continue reading Where is She?
Sania’s indignation is visible more in her red eyes and tight fists, rather than in her broken words, “I did not expect this from you.” “You expected me to keep giving without taking care of my own needs first,” Anju’s response is cold. “For years, I gave in to the wishes of the family, and … Continue reading Whose game is it?
How was life in the temple?She asks wistfullyAll fragrances, bells, candlesand deep devotion… he replies She looks at her wilted formand exclaims … I adorned a lifeless bodygathered tears and prayersand nothing more… the third one steps out of a pageantI decorated a beauty queen, she saysBut believe me, guys, if you mayIt’s all the … Continue reading Back to the soil
Ahh! SolitudeWhat would I be without you?a raving, ranting machinetired of lifeexhausted from chores you make me what I amwith space to reflect and refinemindset, approach and attitudeleisure is not what I needIt’s you … solitude Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Solitude
Whoever put the flowers there did not know he would define a turn in a life story. I woke up late after ringing in a birthday and rushed to work without peeping in the backyard. The sender of the flowers took offence at not receiving a timely response, and I lost a job opportunity. He … Continue reading Incidentally…
“Whenever you call but receive no response, think of the negativity or indifference you sent their way. It is caught in subliminal spaces between the neural pathways in the receiver’s brain and decides to act up when your name is called. Don’t complain when you pride yourself on being Super Star of the Malicious Show … Continue reading The Rant
warm promise cocoonedin shades of yellow and rustspring sunsets aglow 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 24
