Stop there

What'sall thisfuss about?I'm still aliveI'm not playing gamesjust that I like to bebeyond sight, beyond your reachBreathe Easy is my new ventureStop there, don't follow me, teach or preachWhat's all this fuss about? I'm still alive… W3 PROMPT #135

Not fiction, not my clone

I’m still wordlesswhirlwind speedsleads to whirl-cycloneand much more… six trillion milesis a light-yearI was not taughtto count beyond thatand I’m not sureif I’m within that rangeor without mooringsbeyond the span of gravity I feel a pullwith no strings attachednot a known face or namelimitations put me in shame I’ll write about it sometime.if time existsor … Continue reading Not fiction, not my clone

Let it sleep

It watched the world with knowing gaze,Through centuries of change,From kingdoms rise to empires fall,In cycles, vast and strange. now it sees a world transformed,By gadgets, screens, and speed,A pace too swift for ancient minds,A world it cannot lead. But now it feels a deep despair,A sadness in its core,For though it's wise and strong … Continue reading Let it sleep

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #357

Welcome back! FEATURED - RXC #356 I must mention Jim Adams's effort to add his element to the picture - a skull-shaped cloud. As he mentions in the comments, it took him more time than writing the post. While we know Jim's talent for writing deeply analytical and comprehensive long-form content, this was a first … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #357

Quirk of Fate

I don’t know why I thought of Trishanku today - the mythological man who wanted to visit Heaven physically but was stopped by the spiritual realm. If I were Trishanku, what would I choose in this zero-gravity situation? Like a celestial being, a saucer comes flying and encircles me with its airy, invisible tentacles. “Let … Continue reading Quirk of Fate

Turbulence

What can the wind blow other than deep roots?The maiden holds her swirling skirt in dreadBanyan trees grow roots to go underground Check your homesteads to see what lies looseWatch the clouds fly, and the sky blush deep redSecrets are stories to make worlds go round When the winds whistle, will they remain mute?those who … Continue reading Turbulence