- How do my thoughts get processed into words?
- Or do my words spur thoughts?
- How do they interact
except as they are
autumn leaves say
“I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but …..”
You can use this as the first line, or somewhere in your piece.
“I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, “
to own a cozy cottage
with the red-tiled roof
Surrounded by the trees
as I bargained for
the security and safety
my tiny flat provides
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It’s always you, it’s not me, Mercury riding on your back with light you interact playing a game designed to sell You pass judgements on me…. You catch reflections bouncing back from my skin my core you’ll never catch it lies so deep beneath I master language write self-portraits use a few filters from fave apps to present the best me Yet, I know…. what I conceal or reveal stories you write about me from interactions, perspectives and the mirrors you see… Not the real me… Then, my Me is a story I write every day to live up to and create identity Legacy … It’s always Me….
Let it be a theme for the week’s writings. It may not necessarily be about privacy, but the various illusions we live under, and which actually make life bearable. Knowing too much would debilitate our sense of individualism, independence, achievement, or glory. It is actually a happy bubble we live in.
Life from now onwards
Never be same again
myths are broken
That mankind is superior to all creatures
a tiny virus crushed us all
“How far does optimism go?”
at long last…
to pay for it’
~ Reena Saxena
tiny eyes twinkled in darkness of my psyche -innocent laughter long long after they left They laughed at my ignorance the newest fool in town they knew not where I came from my language was alien my attire strange to their limited vision Then on… I donned many colours spun new stories from my embellished hat they enjoy I’m happy at long last… they’ve learnt to pay for it