Abandoned seeds grow into lush gardens, while I count the rocks on other paths, where milestones are vibrant but do not carry my name. I keep running incessantly in the hope of being first on the horizon. Pathways that miss the soles of my feet play host to temples that consecrate all that I wanted … Continue reading Desire and Destiny
a petalin search of its Goddrifts awaywith the windSun lights up smiling facesforlorn petal cries Written for Puzzle This at MLMM hosted by Sarah Wiley
I lost the license to the stock photo despite having paid a hefty price for it. Is it a consolation that the photo has lost its premium with the advent of artificial intelligence? We mourn losses on losing the exalted ground beneath our feet built over decades of hard work, attention to detail and manipulation. … Continue reading Musings
new beginnings happenif you don't go against the streamrowing backwardsin memory whirlpoolsleading nowhereand sink new beginnings shinelike the rising sunonly when you givethe moon its duerespectfullyand let it go Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - New Beginnings
claustrophobic between the greys I’m sure an alien passed me by, not once but many times blazing sun evaporating wet rivers all sources of light hold a conference to discuss their future mingle with nature here; valleys exhilarate Unfastened seatbelts; willpower ready to leap Balancing weight of existence with desire to fly Do you see … Continue reading Found Poem – Last Year’s First Eleven
Welcome back! PROMPT #313 I made a video for this prompt. It is titled Magic. You can choose the video or the word Magic or both to inspire your piece. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/qPrzWRglbu4 There is no restriction on the format of the piece. There is no last date either unless you wish to be featured in the … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #313
a rabbit holean exit dooror light of dawn?I question intenttired ofcatching up with life Reena's Xploration Challenge #312
Blank pages are less scarythan this transparentalmost invisible creatureoccupying my thinking room I throw ink on itits super-absorbent bodyconsumes the intentthrows out wordsin jets and squirtsbut stays out of sight I want to know its nameBut silence greets meHorror…Who typed these words on my screenWhile I was away? I am but a mediumI don’t know … Continue reading Who typed this on my screen?
I walk on these streets like a hawk, though outwardly in casual mode. Why is that girl looking forlorn? Why is this guy staring at the window on the third floor? How many secrets does the hawker on the street carry? He tells me that the bazaar on the next street is called ‘Chor Bazaar’, … Continue reading Tribe of hunters
stories have a way of repeating themselveswhen writers have relinquished all rightscharacters not only rule but change formthey write new stories disowned by authors I don’t know who these people arewhy should they do whatever they dowhy do they provoke suppressed ragewhy do they dig long-forgotten graves mere sketches in ink holding spadesis that a … Continue reading Characters and Stories
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