The line I chose is from a poem our friend Maggie wrote - The Room that Echoed Back as if each repeated idea consumeda little more spacethan it returned. My take on it in the Golden Shovel format. The theme is not the same. I've borrowed her words. Freedom for all, love and peace to … Continue reading It’s not over yet
Who delights in daylight’s reflection— slipping from invisibility into oblivion? The chandelier gathers shadows, waiting for the hand that dares to touch its darkness. It glimmers with borrowed fire, lamps feeding its fragile glow from within. Yet the chandelier remembers— the one who measured despair along the trembling borderlines of light, to illuminate. Twilight is … Continue reading The Chandelier
My darlings - ARIA & HAPPY Aggressive cutieRebellious at the coreIndependent actionAlluring expressions Handsome boyAffectionatePriceless devotionProdigious musical abilityYours only vibes MTB at dVerse
What happens to unanswered questions?Do they keep seeking perfectionor mutate to fit available answers? Whose expertise will they seek?-the thinker who waits in silence,or the know-it-allwho stitches fragmentsinto makeshift truths?.Do they hang like forgotten masksin the attic of the mind,waiting for a facebold enough to wear their silence? Will you run to escape questionsOr chase … Continue reading Unanswered Questions
The chosen poem is from a book "All We Have" by Sarabjeet Garcha. THE CABREZA From where should we look to taste the whole truth?Every move is yet another enterprise in futilityLike stones sunk in rivers we wait to become lightLike flickers dreamt by someone not on earth or even outside All We Have … … Continue reading Flickers of a Conscience – Glosa
A stranger seeking hearth and homeBelies the predictions made by someCataclysmic whispers from the windsDefy optimism, but give in to hopeEach cry draws me, not heard by othersFootsteps light; illumination divineGuides me through complex turbinesHeuristic algorithms grow inside I’m sure I’ve been here beforeJalalabad is the centre of conflictKhyber Pass is where stories travelLaden with … Continue reading Deja Vu
slow motion concealsimperceptiblechanges with each moveshifting narrativesstorytelling reigns I pick a pebbleand it slips like sandbetween my fingersfalling in a heapon receptive ears shapeshifters galoretruth lost in transitperceptions transformtales in historyall's well everywhere MTB: Picture this in Six
I will be out somewhere therewhen power pounces on the vulnerablemy angry soul will lay barevolcanoes uncountableDeath barriers are not insurmountable MTB at dVerse
Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walkI withdrew my extended hand - confused Not a whimper of protest, not a sound -Is the world dumb, forgotten how to talk?Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walk They say-what … Continue reading Nobody’s shocked
Whose shadow is it? It's not HalloweenUnder a grey sky, muffled cries aboundShe wants to, but cannot let out a screamDarkness helps the Devil; a slap resoundsTears flow in rivers; the Moon's not aroundPatriarchal systems rule a deaf worldOld wounds hurt again with fresh abuse hurledBroken woman's curse cuts through icy windsShe remained unseen, but … Continue reading Belladonna Reborn
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