Seasons span decades on Planet Uranus, maybe because of the axial tilt. The planet is known for its eccentric and quirky nature. I wonder if the Universe sees humanity in the same way. Nobody really knows why they act the way they do. Our world has seasons of creativity, technology, hatred, war and peace. In … Continue reading Uranian Instincts
I don’t even know why we broke up; there was no acrimony or argument. It was as if we just floated away into different realms and did not miss each other. People grow apart in different spaces, irrelevant to each other; there are no separations as such. I’m not looking for validation or consolation; I … Continue reading Growing apart
Welcome back! PROMPT #421 Yesterday, I met a neighbor who spoke about being fleeced by a vet, and how our love for our beloved pets is commercially exploited. It set me thinking about how we are being fleeced every moment - of our beliefs, our trust, our wealth of all kinds. We are not sure … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #421
I feel dwarfed by the opulence of art. I watch the ceiling float away as the artist’s conceptualisation and expression rise into the sky, and place them next to the Creator. They are fractals of God. The power packed in minuscule forms makes me strike off the “small” words from my lexicon. Nothing in the … Continue reading Dwarfed
A bird’s eye view shrinks me,makes injustice seem both vast and small.Where does my strength come from?this fragile confidence to speak,to complain, to resist, to believe? I tweet injustice loudstrength rising from pixels,confidence winged,complaints flying,beliefs viral. Quadrille - Bird is the word
taste of bloodunaccustomed tonguecenturiesof silencethreaten to burst through a swordGoddess Durga strikes W3 Prompt #202
The blood-stained rocky terrain, often blamed for cutting bare, unprotected feet, wonders why those who chose paths both unusual and alluring were not prepared to face the sharpness of accumulated pain. The rocks hold so much character, each atom carrying memories of bygone eras, hard lessons etched into their grain. They know they will stand … Continue reading The Blood-stained Rocky Terrain
it is not the enda new awareness beginslove is a dream; notmeant to last forever, butgives enough mojo to lasta lifetime of mature thoughts Screenshot What Do You See
Carry all this gold to your grave,Stack it high—be bold, be brave!Line your tomb with diamond lace,Karma’s blind, but loves good taste. Let angels weigh your golden stash,Ignore the deeds, just count the cash.If guilt arrives, just pay it offA little coin should make it scoff. So hoard it all, don’t share, don’t bendYour karma’s … Continue reading Gold in the Grave
Welcome to a creative retreat, while the skies burn with firepower and spring is in the air. PROMPT #420 I came across a personification quote. “An optimist is the human personification of spring.”– Susan J. Bissonette I quite liked it, so I generated a few more with the help of AI. “Hope is the sunrise … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #420
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