Disguise

a desire to escape reality drives beauty- on smoothness of substance she glides   she takes a puff blows away goodness- bright nail colors unable to disguise hollowness inside https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/27/photo-challenge-278/

Tranquillity

dense forests pulsating with fear of hunters’ shots and wild desire   I find a cave with calm ambience redefine peace -it’s not silence   darkness intoxicates takes me to the core unpeeling layers to discover   Tranquillity - a drug Why did I travel so far? https://dversepoets.com/2019/08/26/and-the-most-beautiful-words-are/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/27/photo-challenge-278/

Colors

unseen future scares or beckons I’ve got glasses on colors to be reckoned   colors to be reckoned so prone to change with light I absorb shock, see darkness I reflect vivacity to feel bright   I reflect vivacity to feel bright but for a short duration… there’s a whole spectrum in there to spark … Continue reading Colors

Before being weeded out…

The flowers were blooming, and the bees kissed them every now and then. Weed knew that life was short, and he would get uprooted by the gardener on the weekend. It had happened to each one of his brethren. The scenario changed as Dawg walked in, looking unwell, but sniffing at each one of them. … Continue reading Before being weeded out…

Mystical

They touched their cheeks to ensure if it was real. They couldn’t fathom if they were lying on grass, or floating high up amongst leaves. The feet were not touching the ground. The existence was light as a leaf for sure – they were not bothered if their pristine white outfits would stain, or if … Continue reading Mystical

The old man

The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats. They were all trapped in the same hole, after the announcement of sensitive political changes. Rescue teams were awaited to carry the tourists back home. Further entry of tourists was blocked, and airlines were instructed to refund full … Continue reading The old man

Over the back fence

over the back fence live memories some pleasant some evil dragging me back in a muck, where I don’t want to be   I ignore them to advance on the path ahead -yet there’s  always a back fence with me - in between living my present https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/15/tale-weaver-236-15th-august-over-the-back-fence/