Eyes – piercing, accusing, tormenting glances surround her spewing fire, till she shuts her own eyes to escape the lethal impact, and moves inward to find strength within. Eyes – watch with trepidation as the cross on her shoulders breaks to transform into artistic patterns and tells a story – a story which they do … Continue reading Eyes
I paint a rainbow on the sky. The lighthouse waits for a ship to pass. The lighthouse keeper stopped coming, as advanced technology took over. I feel its loneliness, and the feeling of irrelevance in the absence of ships seeking guidance. I move the torchlight on the wooden benches. Where have all the people gone? … Continue reading Rainbow in the Sky
The history of flights taken by my owner is testimony to my contribution. I lament my irrelevance floating in the air, or grounded – close enough to be gobbled up by a curious kitten or puppy. Did the bird support me, or I supported her? Whistling winds and blue skies cast an inviting glance, but … Continue reading Wish
Welcome back! PROMPT #287 We have a collage to fire your imagination this week. There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common sensibilities will … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #287
sweet, somnambulistic, sonorous soundstransport mind and soul to another world. age-proof, agile, aggressive mindslook for commonalities that bind. comforting, caring, cocooned companionshipwith no risk of rave, rant, cut or snip. no space for morose, mooning, moody melancholywhere joy is religion, and laughter is holy. what rules is catchy, catty, cool camaraderie,let it be merry, let … Continue reading Utopian Dreams
It's a night of reminiscing and sharing. The campers are all above 60 years of age. Mona strums her guitar around the fireplace, while Aatish grills chunks of meat, veggies and fruits. Bernie is a little low, as she has to vacate the rented apartment next month, with no alternatives in sight. Karishma poses a … Continue reading Never say die
Aren’t stories all about preparedness or the lack of it, when something unanticipated strikes? Who reacts and how? Where does it take us? It’s a slow ascent to the climax with emotions strewn all over, as the plot thickens only to unravel itself in the end. Think about it. Destiny is nothing more than the … Continue reading Destiny – Tanka Prose
a tiny curvealmost inaudible soundit may hold storiesof inaccessible oceanic depths -maybe something you lostcenturies agowaiting to be discovered-a force or furyyet to be unleashed Are tsunamis made of ignored messages? Photo Challenge at MLMM
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they dreamt of wingsfeet stuck to the groundfree souls incarceratedin bodies designed to deliverin a certain way they put their human heads togetherto invent metal wingsand ride on thosebringing fairy tales to life they brought the skies closerbanished fearsof highs up there Respond to the challenge on Weekend Writing Prompt
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