The night calls out, wanting to take me in its fold. It holds dark secrets Patriarchy, injustice, un-blossomed buds, unfulfilled dreams, muffled voices Those voices warn me not to come in just to become another relic in a dark history glorified as culture. “Some of us lived in darkness, some saw the light but were … Continue reading Layered truths
Bubbles are bound to burst someday. We driftinside their shimmer, mistaking the fragile glowfor life. The fault is never with love, but our illusionof permanence makes it seem sothe heartbreak when it dissolvesbrings us out of an intoxicated state. Can we imagine ourselves beyond,unbound, choosing freely,discovering the core once expectations fall away? This is where … Continue reading Bubbles
“Once upon a time, editors were human, and they liked to exercise control.” She wondered if the relic from ancient times on the creaking armchair was just nostalgic or lamenting the end of an era. He was holding a book with yellowed pages authored by him close to his heart. “Gramps, this is 2126. Algorithms … Continue reading Editors
Hot air balloons of mutual expectationspuffed up with speeches and self-importance,hover like parade floats of borrowed virtue. One jab of realitysharp as a safety pinand the grand spectacle collapses,leaving the stench of heartbreakand a crumpled, wasted life Image credit - Lillian OLN at dVerse
Does the crematorium rememberthe gist of ashesor values of bones floating in rivers?-remnants of a life lived with conviction-blessings, curses gathered by action The soul’s journeydoes not obliteratebitterness or loveleft behind. It’s the burden of impacted lives Quadrille #245
“In my mom’s house, the dining table did not groan with food when there were guests. We served the same simple meal that we eat every day.” This was an eye-opener about how deeply food is entrenched in our culture and actions. Given a chance, everybody in the family complained about her limited culinary skills … Continue reading Is it a fish or a culture?
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
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