opinionated missilesstrike the mirror hardcrack it opento un-mythlies there’s no hidden enemy-a bunch of mercurial storiesI was told about myselfstare back I just cross overInvisible thresholdsto find myselfand there’s no turning backever after Quadrille #250 - Mything Poems
The city flows in my bloodstream. How do I separate this from my being? It has loved, hated, mocked, and accepted me, driving me towards different points at different times. I lost track of my destination as I sprinted across the roads to meet the day's target. Meanwhile, the city tiptoed through my being, transforming … Continue reading Remains
Welcome back! PROMPT #434 The prompt number this week is a mirror number, and it made me think of a split mirror where each side asks, "Who made you?" So, here we go with our prompt for the week. This is a space to rant as much as you like this week. Or contemplate the … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #434
He finds himself split between his options and longing to explode. An attractive woman who used to be a man, another one who is the poster girl for the plastic surgeon – both unbelievably rich and vying for his attention. He couldn’t have imagined a better future for himself. He scrolls through medical and legal … Continue reading Options and Derivatives
She measured the countless hours of dedicated painting on the walls. He was sweating, but cheerful under a bright sun. He was weary, but inspired under cloudy skies. It was her job to shield him and his work from the vagaries of nature. At times, she held the lights at night because a deadline was … Continue reading Accused
What it is that music is trying to say?invading every porepenetrating thoughtdirecting movementswaying the will My inhibitions never let me danceWhat is this itch in the feet?slithering through airabove the floorthat lets me standwith an identity the floor dissolvesbut I don’t sinkI rise above myselfNow I knowwhat it is that music is trying to say … Continue reading Rising above myself
I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness norsolitudethose shadows dance around my handsscream in my earscall it sarcasm or criticismthey cross boundaries all the time I hit the air with a closed fistchop a tomato to see it bleedpromise the shadows a rendezvousdisguised as an animalcompressed as a virusempowered as a weaponto watch them writhe in … Continue reading Dancing Demons
The spirituality of climbing up a mountain often overpowers the physical discomfort. I touch earth, yet am detached from the plains I have grown up on. I inch closer to the sky, and am compelled to shed rooted parts of myself that limited my view. I see the world in a totally different light. I … Continue reading A Point of No Return
When the clouds came to meet me,I greeted them with blooms.Grey veils pressed against my horizon,heavy with silence,Yet each petal I offered was a small defiance-a whisper of colour against the blues. The storm lingered, but its weight thinned,like sorrow dissolving into memoryHope did not arrive as lightning,but as a steady clearing:a sky learning to … Continue reading When the clouds came to meet
WordPress has a curious way of motivating its writers: “You are on a --- day streak.” For a time, I lived by that counter. I posted every single day — more than 500 in a row — just to keep the streak alive. The challenge was simple: don’t miss a day, don’t break the chain. … Continue reading The Ledger of Life
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