At last
they remained
strangers
who knew
everything
about
each other.
- Vishakha Dhruv
Today I am just a
sober saint
drunkenly
dancing with
Devine.
-Vishakha Dhruv
La vida, los años, los meses, las semanas, los días, las horas, los momentos son tan cortos en comparaciones, como para perder el tiempo en enojarse, entristecerse y más derivados.
Words - The depth it is concealing!
On a cloudless night, gazing the shimmering stars,
My eyes are seized by the brightest of them all.
Mesmerized by its beauty, my soul is waging wars,
To reach out and attain my heart's call.
As I set to embark on this uncertain venture,
Demons of the past arise to confront my feeling.
It's a weird relation yet ready for any adventure,
Complications strike like bells pealing.
Fighting the doubts and their aftermath,
For a sign that I got quite wrong.
Hard to reach you at the end of a tortuous path,
It is for you that I compose this song.
It would take time and I like to be original,
Hard to find words to express my feeling.
I can't get there fast b...
As I walked downtown to escape from lifelessness, there was a disheartened damsel sitting at a vintage themed tea shop. Her eyes enticing, caught by the sunlight that passes through the window, nonchalantly make everyone trapped in the spell behind them.
Everything in her that lingers is shaped by the past. The skin that seals her flesh is of ill will; her hands so gentle that caress the face of innocents are tied with strings of her own fears; and her trembling feet which make her stand to fight are firmed by the rigid hammers of critics.
Just like how her hair danced with April wind, her mind is frigid and freely played. All naked eyes see her old and bold soul as a gauge of sinful ...
WRITING PROMPT
13 Word Story
Create a 13 word story based on the illustration below.
Tag your Open Letter '13WS".
HAPPY EASTER!
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\ \ / /\_/ \__//
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| O O |
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/ \ ...
"The mind is a powerful force. It can enslave us or empower us. It can plunge us into the depths of misery or take us to the heights of ecstasy. Learn to use the power wisely."
"Pianos, unlike people,
sing when you give them
your every growl.
They know how to dive
into the pit of your stomach
and harmonize with your roars
when you've split yourself open."
Burned by an old flame!
Maimed soul echoes the pain engraved
Time flew struggling to recuperate
At a distance, I see you
Deep inside, volcanoes erupt
Memories resurface like lava and
Scorched the peace attained
Slinging me back into melancholy
Pounding heart strived to keep up
Visions blurred, as i
repressed a storm at the edge of
My eyes,
I peered aside in shame
I did no wrong then why I felt this
way?
Maybe I'm just overwhelmed with pain!
Consumed by gloom, I was
Burned again by an old flame...
