Unspoken

words surprise meas they pour outfrom the penfrom the keyboardon seemingly blank pagescreateunseen patternsunheard storiesuntouched emotionsthat feel oh-so-raw voice feels familiarsimilar to mineand then I knowthese stories are fermented,unspoken impressionsminds refuse to acknowledgelet them go not knowingthey will resurfaceto get their duesto show anglesyou did not seeperspectives you refusedbecause it was not you… but it … Continue reading Unspoken

Night Jasmine

evenings amplifyfragrance permeating airsee night jasmine bloom evenings amplifyperfect execution ofdaytime thoughts and deeds fragrance permeating airpulls you to the source - is ita weed or blessing see night jasmine bloomdarkness cannot obstruct moonswriters spin stories Troiku written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge - Specific Form

Battles unending

you leave me dumbfoundedyes manning all the wayyears pass, I’m groundedyouth to greys, decades float away or have I lost my head as they sayoverreact to perceived sophistryoxygenate ethics, revive the playobstructing me – your chicanery realms of stories fall apartreact to untruths, I sure dorumors abound, paint me darkreconcile with lies, I won’t do … Continue reading Battles unending

Recolor dreams

green upgrades to rustsolitary paths inspireautumnal musingscolors of dreams change with ageyellow, red, orange or brown if youlook back, more thanforward, change directiondon't let sepia invade springcolors Written for Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Autumn

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #251

Welcome back! PROMPT #251 The word prompt for this week is Jamais Vu It is the opposite of Deja Vu. jamais vu involves a sense of eeriness and the observer’s impression of experiencing something for the first time, despite rationally knowing that they have experienced it before. Jamais vu is sometimes associated with certain types of aphasia, amnesia, and epilepsy. Source: … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #251

Authentic

her laughter is loud, almost indecentshe spits joy on a forlorn worldmercilesslythoughtlesslyshe who has never feltmoistness in her eyesor is it what I imagine about her?How can she ever wipe a tear? not that tears define my existencefar from it. I’m stoic and distantcalled inert sometimesfor senseless acts of loyaltyglorification of half-hearted sacrificefails to move … Continue reading Authentic

Lessons learnt early

I spent lot of timesharpening instincts, readingbetween spoken linesteachers dinned it into meyou are as good as your tools Written for What Do You See hosted by Sadje