stay centredwithin- you lose gripon the past;jump intouncertainty of future.endings, beginnings... RXC #359
Endings and Beginnings
stay centredwithin- you lose gripon the past;jump intouncertainty of future.endings, beginnings... RXC #359
If old benches and bikes remind you of grandparents, think again. Ascending those creaky stairs is daunting, but I make the journey with resilience. The space at the top may be modest, but it's all I need to thrive—a bed, a microwave, a chair, and a table with a reading lamp. The bike parked below … Continue reading A star – yet to be born
landing with a thumpshocks, it does not hurt as muchon familiar groundwhat breaks my back painlesslyare beliefs that fall with me Tanka Tuesday
The teacher had this nasty habit of writing test scores on the board. The toppers enjoyed the applause for sure, but many secretly wished it was not all put out in the open. Why should everyone know he prefers playing with his dog to solving algebra equations? Nobody cares to know that he draws and … Continue reading My teacher will disagree
Bike-shedding helps when a difference of opinion is evident, you want to avoid a serious conversation. You are just opening a conversation with a stranger or casual acquaintance When you lack decision-making powers or competence on the more significant issues Bike-shedding hurts When important decisions are postponed due to bike-shedding, the entire plan is adversely … Continue reading Bike-shedding
The red sari that widows are not allowed to wear mocked her whenever she peeked into her present wardrobe of pastels. “You are still young,” said someone, looking at her hopefully. She did not want to be trapped in a marital bond again, not after having experienced bliss in a solitary existence. “I’ll gift this … Continue reading The Red Sari
when they sought different, yet held handswhen they let their boats float on arid sandsa just-released smile was a cause of mirthwho says they were separated by birth “Whatcha’ talking about, Willis” was the refrainAdventures chose to board Arnold’s trainSupportive Sis, Kimberley - the sensible oneTogether they kept housekeepers on the run… Drummond - the … Continue reading Different Strokes
What kind of sounds do their souls emanatetheir essence scooped out - too soon or too late?Did they grow unhindered to their full potential?before gifting shells l to those who appreciate their essence scooped out - too soon or too lateI wonder if they cry for what has been lostbefore gifting shells l to those … Continue reading Potential
let me take you wheretalent unbroken and wholea thousand splendid soulsreside in anonymity let us try to give them a namethey’re not hungry for famebut for my sake and yoursthey need visibility let them clash with no onethey don’t crave powerI see enhanced worlds with exposureIt is a rare beauty Source of Inspiration Moonwashed Weekly … Continue reading Unbroken talent
Personification is distinct from personal recognition. One is a mere image, the other a true understanding. When you personify, you translate my essence into an image that you have of me and eulogise or worship me. You have placed aquatic creatures that do not belong here, and I can sense their discomfort. You drew stars … Continue reading Personification