When I pick one, the universe gives me a lens to change the view. What is it that I long for? Is it really absent in my life, or is it my limited view? Where do I go to get it and remove the sense of inadequacy? catch the energychoose your color from spectrumtune your … Continue reading Quiet Awakening
They revel in their own trip; obsessions galorehold emptiness together, splitting sanitytorturous interactions, others break apartfacing hallucinations - therapy struggles Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge no 49- Mental Health
I have used a 2,5,6 - 2,5,6 pattern. Let us call it Ascent, in the absence of a better term. Silenceis not agreementleast of all compliance I speakto be heard, if notunderstood by aliens let usleave an impressionfree to fade or erase Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
colors hauntask for new patternsexpressionun-alignedto vision of the artist-but through his toolkit The painting is entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” and was painted in 1910-11 by Frantisek Kupka OLN at dVerse
implosionsunheard, impactfulsuppressed ragebursting throughinvisible seams - a forcenot a silent scream Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge - Oxymoron
ancient stones ascend,slow whispers of patient earth,moon descends in grace,crowning their long, silent climb,silver blessing on the peaks. What Do You See #323
January sighs, cold, colourlessThis year arrives without a sparkI ache, unsure of myselfwhile others display hopestars fail to enthusejaded minds facetoo much truthlittlelight W3 Prompt #193
impeccably cleanI extend an eager handawaiting firm grips ~ Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it as yet? ~ L.M. Montgomery I watch active feetcalloused with experiencestain virginity Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #46
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
Once upon a time, I made sure that doors did not close behind me. The future was exciting, but uncertain, and I wanted my support systems to stay intact. Today, I don’t turn back to look at the footprints I’ve left behind. Some are blown away by the winds. Some leave an impression on wet … Continue reading Letting Go
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