The home I yearn for is not on sale. It hums with the scent of a library, a delicate blend of musty pages and the ink they contain. Sunlight pools in its corners like stories waiting to be told. Its windows aren’t framed in currency—they hold the essence of intellectual and spiritual search. I’ve walked … Continue reading Home
Home is not place of birth, but end of searchThe soul has seeds from many lifetimes storedIt hunts, it gathers—never leaves a perchIt develops roots, dares to bloom once more. What matters must arise from our deep coreThe roof is an artificial constructBut truth beneath is what we all implore,strength emanates from principled conduct Friday … Continue reading Personality
meteorology failed againinaccurate weather forecastmisled many travellerstoo many apps confuseradio channelsmix up wavelengthsNature Godssmile, as theywatchvainsillyhumans keyfuriouslylocation detailsbut cannot guess the moodof those who rule the planetpower centres project themselvesas architects of all world affairs Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
cradling a forceunleashing iton silent worldswith no controlon directionsis no mean featfor a basin What Do You See
brace for the silencecracks in worldwide trust.ashes of vows driftwhere promises combust.She walks with head held high,heart cuffed in rust. Weekend Writing Prompt #422
I tasted the future when someone said,“Tell her she must play by the rules.”I spat out bitterness, turned around—and watched sweet expectationsseal door after door. The trap was humming hope. I saw blinding noise.Each day, I battled rising expectations,a life of running from pillar to post,never sure if ogres lurked in the officeor wore familiar … Continue reading Shadow Walk
Welcome back! PROMPT #387 Use one or both to fire your imagination. There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. There is no last date unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. We will not include any posts that are found to be offensive, vulgar or hurt ordinary … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #387
The minute you falter, bombs will explode,” whispered the voice in Aman’s earpiece, as he tiptoed across the cracked tiles of the abandoned road. Each step triggered a memory—the accident, the screams and a long, dark silence. He reached the road divider where the blueprint lay, then froze. It was his ticket to freedom. A … Continue reading Blueprint of Freedom
wild gesturesemanating from the ether-shaped by nobody’s rulesbeyond the confines of languageor grammatical tools-become a storyin blank mind-scapes they don’t need a genreor retrofitting to themesthey visit consciousness-to expand realmsof possible-include the aliensand recreate the world the real and fictitiousseparated only byconscious and subconscious W3 Prompt #165
orchestrated paststrings pulled by unseen fingers,Truth gives in, rewound. Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Reena's Xploration Challenge
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