PARATAXIS It is hazy. It has no definable colour or shape. It has a pattern – known but never acknowledged. It is the web of tiny lies spun like a yarn to clothe truth. It is the black hole that will explode rather than reveal its secrets. The Emperor’s new clothes are the grandest spun … Continue reading Webs
lava on streets flows in serpentine feethistory unpacked from volcanoes; unread shots fired in the air, tear hearts of starswake up slumbering gods in cosy beds distribution of power, splayed by bullet showermetal runs the world; dense forests fall dead the rage of souls ignited by towering holesflows incessantly; knows not where it is led … Continue reading Dehydrated
I am not beyond your reach, but reaching me takes tremendous willpower. Things look different from here. The aerial view gives me access to a lot more than the reach of your imagination. I can see your different masks, different acts and the reasons for limited perspectives. The secrets of the earth and oceans travel … Continue reading I am ….
She scrolls past threads tangled in rage. Her silence is deliberate. She refuses to get involved in toxic conversations or vulgar counter-attacks. Elegance is refusal to enter a fruitless debate. Yet across the digital din, another voice erupts: “Elegance be damned. I need to speak my mind. Volcanoes are erupting inside me for decades.” Two … Continue reading Impact
Silence gnawed at her—an unhealed scar, raw and pulsating beneath the skin. At times, she was audacious enough to talk about her achievements – a published poem or book, a new outfit or being loved back by the dog. The last one always gave her immense joy. The response was always a stony silence - … Continue reading Silence
Down, down, down…Will I stumble upon a dreamscape,an Atlantis imagined by Ayn Rand,or descend into the deepest hellI reserve for my enemies? I land on a portal—SecondLife.com—a world once banned for tearing bonds apart.Here, estates are bought with clicks,avatars parade in haute couture,and strangers weave fragile tiesin pixelated masquerades. But is such an invention neededwhen … Continue reading Down, down, down
Welcome back! PROMPT #418 - CREATIVE EXPRESSIONS You just have to answer a few questions for this week's challenge. We all express ideas differently—through words, shapes, colours, or even unusual formats. Let’s explore how meaning shifts across these forms. Questions to guide your response: If you had to capture the same idea in writing, sculpture, … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #418
Welcome back! I have plenty to be grateful for from this week's contributions. Susi Bocks introduced me to a new word, Ataraxia. Maggie drew an astrological profile for me and contributed a brilliant piece. Sadje mentioned a musical track of White Noise and I found it helpful in restoring peace. PROMPT #417 The theme for … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #417
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
Welcome back! HOW A THEME RESONATES I missed reading this week's beautiful story for a mundane reason. I clicked the notification, but didn't read it due to time constraints in the morning. Later, I forgot to get back to it. Finally, I got to read it today while doing the Weekly Wrap. I found that … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #413
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