It was only yesterday.A bride scrubbed with turmeric to glowan aura built up painstakinglywith colours of sunriseto symbolise a golden future It was only yesterdaya chirpy girlwiped her hands off my sariand ran in laughing with gleeI scolded her,but smiled… Naughty girl...Who knew you’d grow up so soon?The yellow ruffled frockschanged to ornamental outfitsa peach … Continue reading A mother reminisces
moving in a spiralI access larger circlesnot concentricnot asking for change of lanejust a smooth transition-to the infinite-to the beyondan amazing expansionof ingrained perspectives there are no endingsjust new beginningsI don’t walkbut flow… W3 Prompt #177
Welcome back! Thanks for the responses steeped in creative wisdom last week! A special mention for Life's Whoosh by Eugenia. I am captivated by the following lines writing without the silent voice every word stitched in time what doesn’t exist will be whether pretend or reality the pulse of life hums Read the full poem … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #399
War spells disaster – especially those that drive hatred between two sections of the human race. We concealed our dwellings with black paper on window panes and skylights to avoid being detected by bomber planes. Those were the days when fighter planes were not as technologically advanced as today. The sound of planes buzzing overhead … Continue reading War and Peace
I’m scared. I’m also in awe of myself, though it sounds immodest. Where do these words come from? They scar the screen like lava flowing out of a volcano. They wash all that has been inscribed for ages, like a tsunami from the depths of the ocean. They burn down all scripts and uproot the … Continue reading Writing
We danced through fire,kissed storms, chased starseach love a trial,each left a scar. hearts tried many formsbut laughter stayed through the storms.friendship held us close. What Do You See #306
the universe stops in its certainty.checks how humans perceive itsmiles,amused at their perceptionbut that is how the Creatorconceived the human race the only key to understandingthey are givenIs imagination Imagination runs both waysto create myriad patternsWe make whatever sense we can-call itsubjectivityobjectivitycreativityor insanity RXC #398
Welcome back! Thanks for the humongous response last week, with each entry vying to be the best! My deepest gratitude to all contributors... A special mention this week is for Dan and Violet. PROMPT #398 I start the Challenge Week to inspire writers with two quotes. If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #398
Death parted the two topmost talents in the music industry, not divorce. She raised a hue and cry when she was barred from accessing his bank lockers and other assets by his children from a previous marriage. She was drunk and particularly vocal that evening, “My voice complemented his music well, but I wish we … Continue reading Un-musical
dancing feet and jingling bellslet the naysayers go to hellMy music is the song of windsmagic that will never rescind tapping feet and empty chairsmy voice echoes in halls of despairwings clipped to stall my flightBlindfolded, I await daylight W3 Prompt #176
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