Who says we are made of stardust?Watch me glow as I become a sieve let sunrays penetrate my being-drive me to act, with no reprieve I’m born with a higher purposeOnly if I’m open to receive.... Written for What Do You See?
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Who says we are made of stardust?Watch me glow as I become a sieve let sunrays penetrate my being-drive me to act, with no reprieve I’m born with a higher purposeOnly if I’m open to receive.... Written for What Do You See?
When did I become A searchfrom a pathway Who labeled a fading scar aspersistent ache Why did I agree to move mountainsand build a graveyard What blinded me enough to lose visionin search of light How did I change a metaphorto autobiography Written for Sunday Confessionals
“You’ve no clue how demeaning it is. I got chucked out of the show at the last minute…I couldn’t fit in the bandage dress, as I measured half an inch more.” “Couldn’t they alter the dress?” “They hold the power to alter careers and damage egos.” The model’s soul was scarred, which no bandage could … Continue reading Fashion
a great opportunity-Is it a chance tolearn new skills? Quinzane written for Saturday Miz - Lucky Dip at MLMM hosted by Sarah Weejars Quinzaine The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables … Continue reading It’s not a new job
anything that helpslearning or renewal bymental stimulusdeserves total loyaltyself-actualization Written for Friday Faithfuls hosted by Jim Adams at MLMM
https://open.spotify.com/episode/6zunHFtBXlN3fLBSYEqhna I recall the same question being asked in interviews - Why do you want to switch over? Whatever answers I concocted; I knew the truth that I was trying to escape something. Today, I shudder to think that I didn't really want any of the things I spoke about. I would have preferred to … Continue reading Aphorism
I dream of booksplanned, envisaged,written, unpublished… and someone tells meI’m dead P.S. A funny thing happened as I was about to publish this piece. Connectivity blew up :), as if corroborating my words. Doing it from a mobile hotspot now. Written for RXC#247
my own lightto shine without Sun-camouflagedark cratersto project flawless beautyescaping cycles Written for Dream Interpretations at MLMM
The loudest voices are the ones that speak a different language in different places. The camaraderie is unmistakable, as I see in the backslapping and guffawing. The superior lateral vision I’m born with (some people call it intuition), helps me see the passing empty look on faces as soon as another face turns away. The … Continue reading Time to go
will you let me beif my words and acts belieall that you stand for?If I show mind of my ownwill you act mature and grown? don't be fooled; this isthe testing stone - will you standby a cause or sulk?when your values are challengedwill you scream, or let me be? Written for Story Swap -Controversial … Continue reading Will you?