The Sunday Muse #184
A shimmering
Slice of hope
We pray for
In the tempest
Called life.
Just a flickering
And every worry
Gets uncluttered.
What a powerful
Source of inspiration !
The Sunday Muse #184
A shimmering
Slice of hope
We pray for
In the tempest
Called life.
Just a flickering
And every worry
Gets uncluttered.
What a powerful
Source of inspiration !
Among the milieu
How the mind works
Only the one who
Tastes fear knows.
There are many
Silent warriors
Who beat fear
Just to prove
Nothing last long.
Either you accept life
Is just sand passing
Through the fingers
Or let time frame
The path of destiny.
The Sunday Muse #182
The shades ,
Tinged with
Many greys are
Carved in the psyche
Inked in darkness
And a bit of righteousness
A pandemic
Shuttles inbetween them
Harvesting thoughts
Deeped in ivy blue.
The shades,
Are capable of
Pushing over the cliff
In phases,
Sometimes they
Rain rainbows
To balance the moods.
The Sunday Muse #181
Many times
Life gets pawned
In those unseen
Vulnerable moments.
It is never perfect
Sudden deadend
Crinkle the spirit
And the decisions
Pave the path to
Undeniable consequences.
How can one deny
And not accept
The unpredictable choices?
Day-1 OctPoWriMo-2021
The shores
On the other side of the mountains
Echoes in my dreams
A burst of nostalgia
Swirls on a rainbow
A dreamland of my childhood
Beacon of lullabies and memories
Strings on the heart and sing
I wish to fly over those verdant vales
And feel my soul set free.
The Sunday Muse #180
mystical vision
windows of deep illusion
narcissism thy name.
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