Unconditional

The nuances of unconditional love intrigues me. Is it possible to love 100% of someone, unless it is a cute puppy or infant. Human minds are unpredictable. loving those layers concealed in multi-hued rainbows human minds relate https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/weekend-writing-prompt-167-nuance/

On the shelf

stark, shrivelled beauty lives in fear of being crushed, sucked out of fragrance yet, only a rose is entitled to be rose designer bottles wrapped in fancy packaging look on wistfully - on shelves https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/photo-challenge-323/

Seasons of the mind

What's wrong with me now? -imagining autumn leaves  in peak of summer…. Is it a mindset? Is it an inclination? What is it inside me that struggles to find expression? What is it that creates discomfort? I’ve struggled all my life. I want it to end now. those unseen places all that is anathema comes … Continue reading Seasons of the mind

Emancipation

they fear more than meunleashing of forces - ofemancipationmy uncontrolled energy power of unseen layers my serenitysees conspiratorialenergy weaken https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/06/18/reenas-exploration-challenge-140/

Magnifiers

Videographers are all over the office, asking people to smile and flash V signs. Some smiles are pretty strained, as they look up from the desk, interrupting a time-bound assignment. New projects bring people, and old faces might not be there to cheer in the next round. The team moves to the CEOs secretary, and … Continue reading Magnifiers

Droplets

We saw the first rains of the season today – propelled by a cyclone called Nisarg (it means Nature). Guys are glued to TV sets checking the direction of the storm, and what damage is it causing on the way. I extend my palm out to feel the glorious promise of rain – respite from … Continue reading Droplets

Bridge to Nowhere #writephoto

The sand moving under my bare feet makes me feel unstable. I wonder if stories about the end of the world coming soon are true. What will it feel like? sand slips by fading consciousness asks for peace   Will you be able to build bridges that last? The glow attracts, but does not feel … Continue reading Bridge to Nowhere #writephoto