A strange sense of peace descends on her. She struggles to get comfortable with it, and then realises that struggle is what she has eliminated from life. She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home. Of all that gave it meaning, seemingly happy moments destroyed by sarcasm, creative efforts downgraded by derision and a denial of … Continue reading Soil
yellow lights dot a sky which isnot yet darkpessimistic shadows show shapesfamiliar, yet scaryunrealistic, but stonedto stoke fears of what is probablewhat can happenfrom a particular perspective those yellow lights look like signals from heavento someone who can’t sleepin fear of being overtaken, overpoweredby rivals, enemies or competitorsbut knows there’s a way out theresomewhereeven if … Continue reading Not Again
She senses something out of place before ringing the doorbell. The brass statue of a gunman in the porch looks askance, as his angle of vision changed. It looks like plants have not been watered in the morning. She enters her own house with trepidation as she expects monsters to emerge from the walls and … Continue reading Control
I walk fast on a path I don’t want to be on, but time moves slow. I know a certain distance is to be covered, till I reach somewhere … somewhere I want to be, or somewhere different from this place. I can accelerate movement with a faster vehicle, or taking a shortcut. I’ve reached … Continue reading Hostage
parched lips celebratea mirage - unmindful ofdark disappointmentwaiting silently belowit existed oncebut satisfies thirst no morepainted petals ofmemory in folds of soulmove on, move on forliberation lay on turnsyou ignored on your sojourn Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt Chosen form - Choka https://youtu.be/4czuFubJjjk
She is neither dead nor alive. She was waiting for her brother to fetch her, when a sandstorm happened and wiped away all plans. It was no mean task to plot an escape from prison. The lecherous Emperor had incarcerated her with evil intent. Getting out from the underground pathway felt like an achievement. Her … Continue reading Shells in the sand
color-blocked dreamson dreary landscapes-this is how I built a lifemade it tolerable, breathable-I made the bodyinhabitablefor the soul-I fed the soulto buildmind and body temples Photo Challenge at MLMM
sorting outuseful from wastepositive from negativedead from the livingfeels like such a choreDiscard everything in handlet it all go the graveyardeverything from days of yore Yes, you miss outon the pleasure and painof processingbut not processingis also a decision.You make a statementwhen you decideto accept, revisit or shun. Written for What Do You See and … Continue reading It’s a decision
The bin which carries discarded memories needs to be consigned to fire, and the ashes sent to a watery grave. Discards are not really discards till they cease to exist for you. Like Marie Kondo says, anything that does not give you joy needs to go. It takes away precious space from your sense of … Continue reading Set fire to the bin
Do you recall the first time they said you are badyou were just being yourself, with no benchmarks setYou did not know what was good, hence, it was so sadpainful awareness of expectations unmet those voices got together to sound like thunderthose blaming fingers merged into fistfuls of hateclouds of fear gathered, with resentment deep … Continue reading Homecoming
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