“We’ve excavated a century-old sea wall underwater. Maybe it’s the lost shoreline we’re looking for”, robot engineers recorded a note.
Credits Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty-Words Tuesday’ prompt – change.
The offering of lifeisn’t the one that’s dreamt.
It could’ve been anythingbut it just wasn’t wanted.
Yet, a wish is madeshaping flexibly to expectations.
Why do we make a wishonly over a falling star?
Is it not vacating todayand burdening tomorrow?
An extra-ordinarywarrior, they call.
An extra of ordinaryworry-er, it seems.
When everyone is out of mind,who cares what’s inside one’s…
I have been of a belief earlier that when we overload ourselves, often over an emotional outburst like regrets specifically, we break our hearts. Even highly ductile and malleable metals have a breaking point, right? Likewise, I thought it’s okay to take rest and restore whenever there’s an emotional shutdown. At least, that’s how I was.
I sooner or later also realized that regrets keep chasing…
When people enquire about busyness and the response comes out to be ‘I’m engaged or committed with something or somebody’, why can’t they just let it be? In awe, the follow-up is usually, ‘Why haven’t you told me yet?’. I mean, why should we announce if it’s just another part of our normal lives? Won’t you get to know if you’re meant to know?
How come the words ‘committed’ or ‘engaged’, in a…
Can’t claim to know those eyesbut I feel, their warm glimpse.Can’t imagine the unseen facebut with it, I share a smile.In this fleeting worldI struggle, to balance the float.With a kind radiancesomeone presents, a string of support. They say some are for youwhile some are not.If a supportive group is familycan strangers be family too?
Have your dreams ever been supported by a person you’ve…
her cover of pleasure she dared to drop to explore her barenessconcealed survival modeshe dared to exitfor a combat zonethe frightening toughnessshe dared to embracefor a mask once dropped is always dropped.
Footnote In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #126’.
Just around the bend listening to none I traverse those depths
Mystic maiden wears a milky gown of winter frost
dubious saunter in deceiving silence sendsdelicate shivers
walking barefoot I deduce a connection with my unseen roots
In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #125’.
The head, getting full, ached as it compromised the vacancy in the heart bearing the latter’s burden in spite of constantly fearing if it was developing claustrophobia within, as the doors of escape from agitated thoughts were always locked.
In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #123’.
shelter of patternsoffer hindsight or foresightclear blatant vision
Aren’t patterns astonishing? We take shelter in them while also wanting to break them. Quite ironical, is it not?
The varied hues of clouds at dusk, stars at night, the rustle of a coconut palm, the ripples on a silent pool, the aggregation of ice crystals that present us the snow fractals, animal and human behaviour are all…
Even when shattered, mirrors aren’t failures.
Credits & Footnote
In response to Shweta’s ‘6WSP #104’ – ‘Failure’.
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How do you view the dark side? Does it open doors to freedom, or is an opening to evil venture? #freeverse
There's a flood in mind
that is now a hostage of
all those hidden haunting vaults.
Shadows smile too
with eyes so fiery
and a heart so cold.
Is this dark side
an evil venture or
a source of liberation?
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All empathetic humans and people who want to make some real changes in their world for its development and growth with technology must have stuck at one place that where they can get their solutions which can solve the problem. If you are also one, you are in the right place to understand something really needed to make real changes. Let us directly jump from all motivational words to some…
Dusk cocoons the day as
sparkling stars speckle.
Solstice sky rains
snugly fractal kisses.
Velvet white veils
cozy quilts on ground.
Snowmen smile at
Warmth of winter's womb
is the arrival of that cold moon.
The longest of nights gets
lighted with lanterns of love.
Frozen myriad dreams
begin to thaw, showing
A melange of emotions
through the crystalline heart.
As a creator, she can’t help but wonder at the repetitions in the little creative space she enjoys. Watching the year repeat its days, now the protagonist in the plot is actually an antagonist in the minds of her readers due readers due to those recurrent emphasis of certain symbols and values ingrained in their subconscious memory.
Is it not true that even an innovation requires monotonous…