She had been feigning deficiency of Vitamin D for some time, and spent one hour every day in the lawn, to soak the sun. Her eyes were fixated on the door of House no. 404, which did not open, and the dark curtains did not give any clue of life inside. She considered herself lucky … Continue reading Page not found
unseasonal fury soaking bodies -souls revel in rainbow colors https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/03/13/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-march-13th-2019-spring-storm/
I wonder what peeling the earth will reveal -stormy depths -emotions paling into insignificance -unseen calm belittling mammoth peace efforts -our pride in humanity melting in co-existence yet I move away – as lessons follow me afraid of being dwarfed by Earth -my magnificence unpricked https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/03/12/photo-challenge-254/
The human mind is an extremely busy place, managing a traffic of fifty thousand thoughts per day. Meditation gurus teach about being - rather than thinking or doing, but most of us are unable to silence the busy-ness of the brain. Darkness is seen as pregnant, concealing something from sight. We fear blankness or nothingness … Continue reading Other side of Nothing
The shadow of the moon danced on the lake. The waves are impressed by unusual display of camaraderie, as the moon aligns with them.. They desire to unite with the object of their affection. They go to great lengths – vaporise to meet the sky and find No Moon there. There is only a Sun … Continue reading Deception
I see the rawness of your base instincts splashed all over – in homes, relationships, streets and respectable institutions. I have subjugated myself to suit your needs because I was misguided about my status in different equations. Bestiality is ingrained in you, because nobody told you it is criminal, and a backlash is possible. I … Continue reading Accept your guilt
The game of power was on in full swing. The fly on the wall watched people change masks, indulge in multiple-speak, kill close confidantes and concoct new stories. It enjoyed the anonymity, and felt wise about knowing the ways of the world. It had decided not to cast its vote in the next election. Of … Continue reading Wall
fairies are not wallflowers or pages in a story book they enter my dreams wordlessly expanding realms of thought merging worlds finding probability between possible and impossible. they come back every time I see unexpected success victory of the good but most of the time I think - Why did the storywriters choose to lollygag … Continue reading Innocence
I woke up with a heavy heartWhen did Hope visit me last?I extricated my vision from deep snowto see vulture clouds hovering above When did Hope visit me last?When did I look at the baby smileto see vulture clouds hovering above dissipate with a sigh in the last mile When did I look at the baby … Continue reading When did Hope visit me last?
