wild gesturesemanating from the ether-shaped by nobody’s rulesbeyond the confines of languageor grammatical tools-become a storyin blank mind-scapes they don’t need a genreor retrofitting to themesthey visit consciousness-to expand realmsof possible-include the aliensand recreate the world the real and fictitiousseparated only byconscious and subconscious W3 Prompt #165
He grabs the medical test reportand gives an accurate diagnosiswithout reading the name on the envelopenames have faded for himHe can’t recall what he had for breakfastyells at the attendant-the doctor’s memory is melting awaycore competence remains W3 Prompt #164
I still remember her look when she saidI, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes.stung by abandonment; frozen with shock I, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.Her loved ones threw her out, but she survived,stung by abandonment, frozen with shockSome day, I will build another home … Continue reading Determination tinged with ….
Welcome to the club with blindfoldspromise not to see anything more thanwhat benefits usLeave ethical baggage behindyou won't sink with stones around your neckIf storms rock the boatHold on tight to each otherDo not divulge secretsTill we find a submarineand go underwaterThen, if you are luckyEven you may leave-Alive, but mutedfor spoken truthtakes you closer … Continue reading Conspirators’ Club
Take me where the demons liveI want to learn how they kill love Peace lies cold in a graveyard farIt wonders what the soldiers died for There’s power, greed, a hunger fierceThey turn all good into a stupid farce I stand alive and thinking, but I stand aloneLet them destroy everything, then align W3 Prompt … Continue reading Out in the cold
comeagainwherelove wasbetween us-sacredpureuntouchedunselfishmutual strengthwordlesslywe dweltinmomentsof silenceyou leftusalone,Love W3 Prompt #158
stars come aliveon a clear skybut my skin still burns(ineffective sunscreen)longs for soothing lotionsglycerine, rosewater and limebefore I dream of rainy daysand cloudy skies moon on its daily sojourninternalizes changecontrols the tideswhile I roll on white sheetsrestless, awake…go skinny-dippingon sultry nightsunder the stars W3 Prompt #157
Tearing hurryRebel instinctsAspirations galoreNeanderthals emergeSustainable changeFights fads and frenzyOn logical groundsRespond, reason, repeat … duckMaelstroms that suck you inAnnoying oppositionTilted axisInvitations to spinObjectivity winsNot a battle, but a war W3 Prompt #156
the walls were stunnedto see the roof fall silentand the ground movingunder patriarchal feet My grandmotherrecently widowedspoke…“I was never happy with him.”-thirteen days of ritualsnot yet overbut a truth spokenamidst the encomiumsbeing showered by mournerson the one that migrated the daughters-in-law contradicted“He always supported her.”In conflicts with other women?Yes, he stood by his wife…but imposed … Continue reading Death of a Patriarch
The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me. Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands. My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life. The stoic … Continue reading Fragility Haunts
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