Do those shafts of light heal, or just illuminate craters within? Someone attempts to demean you with rebuke, hoping to induce guilt. It’s their strategy to escape demons. Blaming the other somehow relieves them of responsibility. It takes those fleeting moments when you stand up to the other and say “I don’t care. I am … Continue reading Pain is not a crutch
colors of cold lightsenses getting attuned towhistling windy winter chill It’s here on annual duty. It will stay. Winters slow down everything, except the warmth of breath. I’m never more aware of it than now. rarefiedair on mountain peaksfind yourself 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 16
cherry-picked emotionsfrom oceansof experiencedevelop an identitya distinct personalityevolve into a lagoonwith properties of the wholeyet ….not whole vibrancy of a lakelies in guessingorigin of individuality-a possible metamorphosisinto somethingbetter than the whole Quadrille at dVerse
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?
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
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
“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
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
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
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?
