She walked awaywithout casting a glanceat the shattered glass-ruins of potentialdestroyed by disrespect-her bleeding feetmoved with firm stepsaligned to her spine the silence of a volcanoreverberated through the corridorsShe stepped outjust before the eruption Quadrille at dVerse
My darlings - ARIA & HAPPY Aggressive cutieRebellious at the coreIndependent actionAlluring expressions Handsome boyAffectionatePriceless devotionProdigious musical abilityYours only vibes MTB at dVerse
A bird’s eye view shrinks me,makes injustice seem both vast and small.Where does my strength come from?this fragile confidence to speak,to complain, to resist, to believe? I tweet injustice loudstrength rising from pixels,confidence winged,complaints flying,beliefs viral. Quadrille - Bird is the word
The blood-stained rocky terrain, often blamed for cutting bare, unprotected feet, wonders why those who chose paths both unusual and alluring were not prepared to face the sharpness of accumulated pain. The rocks hold so much character, each atom carrying memories of bygone eras, hard lessons etched into their grain. They know they will stand … Continue reading The Blood-stained Rocky Terrain
Hunger gnaws at Oliver’s ribs, a silent tyrant shaping childhood’s plea. It mutates. Leaders gorge on power, their banquet of greed eclipsing bread. Yet hunger, whether for crust or crown, reveals the abyss within desire’s endless reach. You want some more, wherever you are. Quadrille at dVerse - Q242
What happens to unanswered questions?Do they keep seeking perfectionor mutate to fit available answers? Whose expertise will they seek?-the thinker who waits in silence,or the know-it-allwho stitches fragmentsinto makeshift truths?.Do they hang like forgotten masksin the attic of the mind,waiting for a facebold enough to wear their silence? Will you run to escape questionsOr chase … Continue reading Unanswered Questions
Women pride themselves on being more intuitive than men. Then I read somewhere that they actually have strong lateral vision. It helps them capture expressions before people can resume ‘on guard’ looks. I sustain my innermost core on books and art. What would I do without vision? How will it affect my relationship with the … Continue reading Sensory
hidden—beneath a leaf’s husha shy bud averts my gaze slow breath,a tremor of green veinsinitiating life no eyes watching,yet, petals loosen the moment slips—captured in glass light a single flower,born unseen,held in my phone’ssmall screen Quadrille #241
The sun appears late, delaying dawn breakI do not wake up to see the stupefied birdsThe alarm bell will ring unmindful of the sky It won’t happen till you do it, sighs the astrologerI sharpen my pencils, but thoughts are hazyThe sun appears late, delaying dawn break My internal compass brooks no outside referenceI rely … Continue reading Waiting for the Muse
The past stares backlike a portraitfrozen on outdated canvasdisconnected with the rhythm of timeand all the waves that consumed uslike tsunamisimposing changecompelling us to refreshand grow the portrait lies faded on the shorewith peeling paintdysmorphed elegancewishing to be submergedin oceanic depthsand letting ships of changefloat over it The canvasburdened with obsolescenceawaits dismantling of threadsto weave … Continue reading Relevance
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