A remote in my hand lets me control devices. I’m happy. How close is far, when the pandemic does not allow me to be a part of my neighbor’s joys and sorrows? Isolated by the virus, I draw closer to the world with messages and calls. But those who are far … remain far. I … Continue reading Remote
night falls -butmy human's still outjust smellingyour washed clothesnot enough - come cuddle meit's turned dark - come fast Written for Photo Challenge #425 hosted by Sarah Weejars
I pray for uninterrupted vision, beyond the trees, mountains and tall buildings-a whole, unbroken view before the stars take over, and the scarred Moon mocks the Almighty Sun. The birds I feed every morning fly beyond reach as the day progresses. I hope they return with a message. When they tweet outside my window, I … Continue reading XXL helplessness
It takes a while to learn that being different is not being inadequate. Though the whole world conspires to tell you that. Going by the norm, they are each inadequate in their own way, when they don’t measure up to my expectations. But somehow, fingers always point outward. mirrors designed andplaced in appropriate lightreflect what … Continue reading Going back
Anayra could never understand why her mother despised her so much. Anything that Anayra did or enjoyed doing was subject to ridicule. She was being measured against parameters which were not hers. She had no desire to be the best cook or seamstress or pious person in the colony, or the most obedient daughter in … Continue reading Anayra
I tell myself - labyrinthine turns can’t psyche meChin up, I walk straight looking at the sky aboveMy feet struggle to figure out what to do nextStraight won’t take me where I want to go Go in directions where my soul is freethere is no friction, I can plant a treewith seeds of intellect, let … Continue reading Loops
Welcome back! PROMPT #241 A single line prompt for this week - The only ghost that scares is a past version of you. Write whatever pops up in mind. There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #241
I need to make a pointI take a dramatic stanceto state the obvious-how impoverishedis the acceptance ofwhat’s realwhat’s natural… It takes storiesto speak your mindfictional charactersare more acceptablethan an individual Who has a rightto be uniqueor different?God's own creationor a figment ofImagination I’m the protagonistI’m the storyI’m the writerYet, I play with the pentill it … Continue reading Believable Magic
ADVENTUREBreak the alphabetto write a new spellingthis one is skewedwith U creeping in betweenIt’s UR ventureI see callow cadetsbrandishing bayonetsshowing crowdsthe only path to success Goodbye, yellow brick roadI retreatto write my own storywhere words are notdefined by bibliophilesredefining saps meI’d rather reinventyour norms defiednot deified It doesn’t matterif roads are blue or red-it’s energy … Continue reading Goodbye, yellow brick road
The bowl of cherries on the table are pure temptation, and your slender fingers feed my lust. A champagne flute almost threatens with its glistening transparency, till a golden liquid satiates its dark instincts. I need to feign intoxication till secrets spill out, and your fingers laced with poison dip into a sea of fantasy. … Continue reading Extraordinary plot
