I can only thank youfor a deemed futurethat did not happen stories that came togetherbut parted wayslike quills dipped indifferent inksetching out charactersthat did not connector know each other I found myselfoutside inky shadowsin the blazing suntired, terrifiedbut determinedto let a story find meas its protagonistand write itself I watch narrativesstruggle to fit inwith multiple … Continue reading More than grey ink on yellow paper
lift me up therewith my chairto a place in the cloudswhere the view changesbutI’m still in my comfort zone thenyank away the chairlet me float aroundand discoverwhere I standon my ownand in relativity Photo Challenge at MLMM Quadrille #201 at dVerse
tiny explosionsfly away into the skyhoping to expandbut lose potency withoutthe rage that created them What Do You See
Can a cabinet be poetic or what lies inside it?A world in wood, stories untold,Worn out, not old…Silent keepers of secrets bold.Hinges creak with tales they hold,In every nook, life unfolds,A still life, in shadows, gold. Weekend Writing Prompt
Welcome back! PROMPT #330 Let the above image be your muse this week. 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 be offensive, vulgar, or hurts ordinary sensibilities will not be included. … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #330
A young scientist discovered a granular matrix unlike anything seen before in the heart of a distant nebula. Each grain was a tiny world, teeming with life and stories untold. As she peered closer, the matrix began to glow, revealing patterns that held the universe's secrets. She realized this granular matrix was a cosmic tapestry, … Continue reading Matrix
It’s not an easy task. I’ve to convince the therapist that I’m neither afraid of myself nor my creativity. I don’t suffer from impostor syndrome. I believe that I deserve more than what I’ve received. I plod slowly, putting out small pearls everyday instead of building that magnificent crown for my head. Can you tell … Continue reading Change forever
temples have transparent walls heregods are out on a walkaboutasking to be excusedas they cannot identify themselvesin eye mirrors of a speciessupposedly their creation What are you looking for?They ask mockingly“Just what I see”, I replyGods bereft of pretencean honest spiritual danceidentity is not a crisiswhen you choose to beover being seen My pilgrimage is … Continue reading Clothes of Piety
night awaits moonlightblue skies cover branchesleaves fluttering silentlysunlight bright fadingmemories earthly divinewinds serenade dreamsgrateful forever roots roots forever gratefuldreams serenade windsdivine earthly memoriesfading bright sunlightsilently fluttering leavesbranches cover blue skiesmoonlight awaits night W3 Prompt #106 Friday Fictioneers
summer lamentsthe season of hatredwatches warmthbecome the fire of hell pink stalks of rhubarbturn bloody redas greens wilt awayfarm animals like hens and lambsretreat in self-defence this summerbe remembered fornarrativesunleashed ongullible minds; compelled toopt for destruction let silenceof lambs bear a tagprice paid forinactionlet dark clouds part to revealcould-have-been futures Tanka Tuesday
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