the sinking feeling before weekendswhen others look overly excitedI dread the impending drudgery It’s good to be in officeget coffee served on the deskwalk to a restaurant for lunchFridays are not the wonderthey are made out to be Quadrille # 199
stunted growthgreenhornsnot allowed to growmaturityhurts vested interests mute masterpiecesdeceptivelydecorativeflaunted with pride they need believersfollowersthere is no spacefor thinkers OLN #360 at dVerse
My box is made of glassbereft of oxygen at timesI see the world outsidedream of where I could have beenthen clean and maintainthe space I live inin a stupor-anger, regret, rebellionbrews insidemaking it hotrather than cosy I find slits near the lidIt’s not airtight after allMy spirit can still meet the worldand let them seewhat … Continue reading Container
intellectsoaring highbuilding structuresin the airto meet the sky let’s chatlearn each other’s lingoto understand firstthen collaboratemaybe invadethere’s nothing leftto be called private why did we remain strangersfor so long?children of the same Godcluelesswithout a common codeThanks for the influenceBad, indifferent or good earthlings write poetryon the moonand then swoonwonder if someoneon another planetwatches themworships, pinesor … Continue reading Heights
lines defineboundaries; yetbring it all togetheras a wholein shapes and formswith colour-burstsbecoming accent-pieces overlapping contoursmelting pot culturesconflicting currentscompel fresh viewson long-held beliefs sparkling tiny starson dark, stormy skieslose identityas dawn breaks Quadrille at dVerse Photo Challenge at MLMM
Homesseem to have a life of their ownwatching goings-onsometimes reflecting impactof conversations that happencongenial or conflicts I wonder why the AC conked offa bulb gives upthe exhaust fan moves slowlyas I pack bags for a moveto another cityto another buildinganother home If they have sensed a separationHow do I let them knowThe walls are not … Continue reading I’ll keep coming back
The daily morning walk is a time for reflection. It is when I am with myself and with the elements of nature. If I’m sad and see a bud blossoming into a flower or a white rose smiling at me from a bed of thorns, I know the Universe has a message for me. At … Continue reading Pause
In this grand age where truth is but a rare guest,rarely invited, often shown quickly out,lies all dressed in Sunday's best doth manifest,spreading their gospel but sowing seeds of doubt.facts are passé, and fictions in request,"Believe what feels right," the loud masses do shout.in wisdom's stead, we've crowned only loud and crass,truth's obit penned with … Continue reading Truth’s Obit
when you created this illusion called Earthand put us all in a massive simulationDid you think of being supercededby thought energy? It’s Me, Me everywhere, Godyou are but a figment of my imaginationthe sky and cloudsbear names I gavecolours that change in a heartbeatazure to ceruleantea, Cobalt, Aegeanlapiz, Indigo, Oceancolours that battle the rainbowto be … Continue reading It’s Me, Only Me
sharp tonguesare a weapon of defencethough they offendas much as swords respect boundariesto let warrior instinctsrest in peacesalute othersfor letting others be spare a thoughtwhy you appearas a threatfind a wayto allay fears Quadrille at dVerse
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