a rabbit holean exit dooror light of dawn?I question intenttired ofcatching up with life Reena's Xploration Challenge #312
A New Year
Who typed this on my screen?
Blank pages are less scarythan this transparentalmost invisible creatureoccupying my thinking room I throw ink on itits super-absorbent bodyconsumes the intentthrows out wordsin jets and squirtsbut stays out of sight I want to know its nameBut silence greets meHorror…Who typed these words on my screenWhile I was away? I am but a mediumI don’t know … Continue reading Who typed this on my screen?
Tribe of hunters
I walk on these streets like a hawk, though outwardly in casual mode. Why is that girl looking forlorn? Why is this guy staring at the window on the third floor? How many secrets does the hawker on the street carry? He tells me that the bazaar on the next street is called ‘Chor Bazaar’, … Continue reading Tribe of hunters
Characters and Stories
stories have a way of repeating themselveswhen writers have relinquished all rightscharacters not only rule but change formthey write new stories disowned by authors I don’t know who these people arewhy should they do whatever they dowhy do they provoke suppressed ragewhy do they dig long-forgotten graves mere sketches in ink holding spadesis that a … Continue reading Characters and Stories
Pain is not a crutch
Do those shafts of light heal, or just illuminate craters within? Someone attempts to demean you with rebuke, hoping to induce guilt. It’s their strategy to escape demons. Blaming the other somehow relieves them of responsibility. It takes those fleeting moments when you stand up to the other and say “I don’t care. I am … Continue reading Pain is not a crutch
Wintry winds
colors of cold lightsenses getting attuned towhistling windy winter chill It’s here on annual duty. It will stay. Winters slow down everything, except the warmth of breath. I’m never more aware of it than now. rarefiedair on mountain peaksfind yourself 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 16
Identity
cherry-picked emotionsfrom oceansof experiencedevelop an identitya distinct personalityevolve into a lagoonwith properties of the wholeyet ….not whole vibrancy of a lakelies in guessingorigin of individuality-a possible metamorphosisinto somethingbetter than the whole Quadrille at dVerse
Grit
hollownessacquires shapeshe carries her lifeon wispy shoulderseach whiff of smokesolidifies into gritshe keeps movingon foggy pathsunsure of the ground beneathbut seeing her limitsin the sky What Do You See?
Hunter, FM and Chhotu
We used to feed a stray cat, Kitty, who loved to spend long hours on our couch or carpet. I learned that cats can trust when she delivered under our bed and made us parents. We were busy raising three kittens for the next five months, and each one of them taught us a different … Continue reading Hunter, FM and Chhotu
Arrows
arrow signson a time machinegive me a choiceenter past, future oranother unknownundefined dimension Not sure if the arrowheadswant to guideor pierce free willNot sure if they willhit me in flightI go undergroundand find me Weekend Writing Prompt
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