The diversity of opinions across the world, in describing an owl is baffling. The West sees it as a symbol of wisdom and associates it with Greek Goddess Athena. Indians have strangely made is a carrier of the Goddess of Wealth. It speaks of wealth entering households in the dark, allegedly by unethical means. It … Continue reading Owls
influencers yellalgorithms manipulateScroll down feeds with careinsanity lies aheadDivisive forces prevail Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #78
barely visiblesilent stars withhold secretsof the darkest nightsmeteoric moves betraycontracts for cold comfort zones ~I thought of their unfathomable distance, and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future~ - Herbert George Wells Do I trust sunshine?It highlights parts of the Earthshields its host - the Skypaints … Continue reading Mysterious Sky
floating memoriesdrift on rugged surfaceslife changes swiftlyunexplored depths threaten toresurface with a surprise Tanka Tuesday Challenge #71
when it all feels losthuman limitations screamnuminous is hopetransformation to beliefsbecomes a reason to live RXC #435
I wish you would askbefore I hold my breath tightbeliefs drowning meMy core struggles to break freefrom weight of imposed dogmas Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
I painted the silhouette of a boat on the ocean of despair. Its outline was fragile, yet it carried the promise of passage. My hands found the oars, hesitant at first, then steady. Each stroke disturbed the depths, raking up opportunities, buried like pearls in the silt. The boat was no miracle; it was a … Continue reading Painted Boat
My footsteps have created a pattern I don’t recognize. The world around me has organised my random movements in a way they like. It feels like I kept talking incessantly, but no one was really listening. The background score they added to the video of my life doesn't make sense to me. machine languagesturn scarcity … Continue reading Tales that tell, stories that sell
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
your absencethe best gift of allwhen I amfree to bemyself once again - livingbreathing in fresh air when expectationstake a backseat and wild dreamsreign supreme - I crossedge of possibilityinto shapes of untamed winds Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
