Un-knotting stories

On a stage lit in neon, drowning in kaleidoscopic noise, Samaira found solace in her mother’s artwork.She had discovered woven elegance in her attic, uncovered forgotten stories from an era long past. Each design held depth, contrasting with the fleeting scroll of social feeds. Knotted deliberately, some stories did not give in to untangling and … Continue reading Un-knotting stories

Implosions

hats and veils fleeunable to concealred-hot authenticitybuzzing brainscrowd runwaysready to fly transmute mouldsinto flying gearHold judgmentwatch magic unfoldyour world’s set to changeby a yet unseen range talent blooms fromlong-suppressed rageindividuality is finallycoming of age Poetics - In other Words Image Credit: Georgia O’Keeffe, Three Women (1918), watercolour and graphite on paper, Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, gift of Gerald … Continue reading Implosions

Jus saying

‘Jus saying’…opinions are not innocentloaded with preconceived notionsinherent likes and dislikesthey weave a tangled web of untruthspeople believewhat they want to believeand discard the restherd instincts take overto do the rest-blow up sane minds Quadrille #223

Kinda Sorta

Life’s kinda sorta normal.Till I ignore the spiders beneath coversI don’t like them crawling on my skinI can’t focus on anything else then… I call pest control; they do a good jobThe stench fills my nostrils for a weekI open the windows,but there’s smoke from a fire outsideyou can’t trust anyone these daysthey generate smoke … Continue reading Kinda Sorta

Black Monsters

28th January, 2005, was the day I felt hurt and ignored. 12th June, 2007 ……… She wondered if she was talking to a human being or a talking calendar of events—events she could not remember or relate to, but had trapped his weak mind in repetitive cycles. Sahil kept talking in loops and failed to … Continue reading Black Monsters

Parting Note

Bury the hatchet before saying goodbyeLet love, not languorous rancour, sing a lullabySee silhouettes on a sunset skyPast and present pale shadows are passing us byComplaints, conflicts are so yesterdayPerfect is a perspective, mental inlayWe were ourselves; ditch world views on parting notes MTB: Rhyming Alliteresen

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #379

Writing Prompts

Welcome back! PROMPT #379 Mangus Khan shared T.S. Eliot's Cold, Snobby Guide to Poetry in response to last week's prompt. I'm enticed by the following lines. Kill Your Ego, Save the Poem Now for Eliot’s hottest take: great poetry isn’t about you. It’s not your diary entry. It’s not your breakup in verse. The poet should … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #379

Darkness we cannot crack

“It is an intelligence failure, but whose intelligence systems are perfect? We never hear of thwarted terrorist attempts, only the ones that destroyed us.” He is ridiculed for his speech, but he makes a valid point. Those stars above could be footprints of soldiers who went helter-skelter and lost the war, or they could be … Continue reading Darkness we cannot crack

Starry Nights

stars come aliveon a clear skybut my skin still burns(ineffective sunscreen)longs for soothing lotionsglycerine, rosewater and limebefore I dream of rainy daysand cloudy skies moon on its daily sojourninternalizes changecontrols the tideswhile I roll on white sheetsrestless, awake…go skinny-dippingon sultry nightsunder the stars W3 Prompt #157