The independent she who loves life
Living the dream, I often see, What I want to see. Filling my hues, Suffused with untold emotions, Painted with untold words, Embedded with buried thought. Undaunted, Adamant, I refuse to let it go, Tenaciously clinging onto it. Someday, It will rise from the dark shadows, Rivetting out from the deep caverns, Its fiery aura… Continue reading My dream
Game of life we play, Throwing dices to win all. Losing all in turn.
A calm repose, Placid waters, Gently ebbing and receding, The silvery surf, Now rolling in myriad shapes. The stormy surges, In my mind, Now placated. A utopia inside, A detached idyll, Nothing enters, And nothing leaves. I float free in an endless chiasm, As I shed what I did not need, The angst, The guilt,… Continue reading A calm
The mother and its offspring is a tale that crosses all boundaries of species. A mother loves her baby,her replica. She hovers around it casting a protective sheath. Her baby is her golden fleece. She cherishes it,nurtures it. Her child tells the story of her life (261 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com
There is beauty in your imperfections, The things that are most true, Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks, You stumble on your sentences, Forget the words that you need, You are real, To those parading as perfection, Pay them no heed, For it is you and how you feel, It is you and those… Continue reading Be You
A beautiful thought from Bhagwad Gita... Our lives, What? A travail of unrequited desires, A quest to fill coffers, With so many and so much. The quench insatiable, Always wanting more, Never happy. And one day, It is all gone. Just in a whiff. All his life, Having been, Tantamount to not been, For he… Continue reading Life -it is….
A life, The trail of thought, The wave of emotion, The stormy surf on cobbled sand, A blend!
You spend years of life, Years of life that go by, Years that you dreamt of, Years that you cherished with dreams of life. Years roll by, All in a silent cacophony, The nimble tread of time, You failed to hear it's chimes, It eavesdropped, It knew your secret desires. But the stealthy elf, It… Continue reading Play of Time
A palette of colours, Splash of life, Dabbled on a canvas. And then, The colours of nature, Myriad hues, The dazzle in dark, As distant lights, Luminous and proud, And the silvery crescent, Adorning the dark canvas. It's all magic! Beauty is right before me, I just need the eyes to see it.
Akin to my kin, But not in our heart and soul, It's all a charade. Via : https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/kin/
