I walk through the graveyard on a moonlit night. It is not a horror flick, but a silvery land of surprise. Multiple faces pop out of graves – some sleeping in serenity, some hanging from a tree, and some brandishing a weapon. I feel the earth move beneath my feet as my hands explore the … Continue reading Not a horror flick
soggy dreamswet with unshed tearsbloom into stories raindrops tiptoeon the roof to meetparched hope dried leaves in my hairautumn walks through a lifetimemoments revisitedthen buried my dog lickssalty cheeks to planta rose in loneliness Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #66
stairways of desire, Ferrari-led dreams,maps traversed by wheels and wingseach step a pulse of motion,each passage a door unlatched. And yet— in the backyard of sunlight,smiles bloom like budding stars,reminding me:every step was an achievement,every choice a completed orbit. No regrets,only the quiet refusal to retrace the path already sung. Screenshot What Do You See … Continue reading Forward
I let goof cherished dreams-I’m not the same meI was a memory ago Weekend Writing Prompt #469
I will rememberwhat the water gave mewithout drenching me to the bones-secrets of transparency-blocks in fluency-the highs of storiesin ocean depthsinvisible, but approachableif someone dives deep enough-reflections of the skycreating wistfulness That boat on the horizonpromises a journey to unknown worldsyet keeps sailing out of reachas if it has lost its compass Water made me … Continue reading Watery reflections
Welcome back! PROMPT #431 This week, we are taking a rather broad look at AGE-ING, and the relationship between generations. Whether you see yourself as young, old or somewhere in between, examine your relationship with those on the other side and base your piece on that. I give below an excerpt from The Marginalian by … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #431
The words come in bursts, sharp and caffeinated, from her deepest core, but her focus keeps wobbling. Outside, rain streaks the glass, blurring the city into familiar watercolour smudges. Where will her words land, and what will be the impact on wet earth? Will they sink in the slush, or ignite firestorms in the form … Continue reading Facing Yourself
Bang!Shut!the past shriekswith painof being cut out-I breathe free W3 Prompt #212
intent matterswhen you hold me up to the worldTrust shatterswith the littlest sleight of hand I know the differencebetween stardom in the skyand being a puppethelpless in the stratosphere What is closenessif not a gamble,a wager on tendernessagainst the weight of change? I’ll let go of your handbefore the crack widensshed flowers in springbut let … Continue reading Intent matters
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