Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153
- How do my thoughts get processed into words?
- Or do my words spur thoughts?
- How do they interact
sometimes words just fail
to sync with overflowing thoughts
of inner turmoil
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Autumn Leaves” September 14, 2020
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Autumn Leaves” September 14, 2020
changing color
wrinkling skin
nature’s law
except as they are
autumn leaves say
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152
PROMPT 152
“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, “
but,
but of what use I am
if I can’t inculcate you with a respect for the culture
If I can’t compel you to grasp the message of empathy I want to express
my feelings, emotions, experiences to be touched and felt with your all senses
If I can’t hold your attention
with my creation
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #96
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #96
Childhood dream
to own a cozy cottage
painted white
with the red-tiled roof
Surrounded by the trees
remains unfulfilled
as I bargained for
the security and safety
my tiny flat provides
The Quilt Story
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It’s always me
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….
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Strangers
separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150- ILLUSIONS
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150
Prompt- ILLUSIONS
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
Illusions busted
myths are broken
That mankind is superior to all creatures
a tiny virus crushed us all
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #149- Optimism
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #149
PROMPT #149
“How far does optimism go?”
hopefully,
I’ll do better next time
is the height of optimism for me
it has pulled me so far
it may take me to the end
but why bother to be
either optimist or pessimist
it makes one prejudiced
why not take the situation as it is
act according to your capability
and what it demands
Clowning
‘they enjoy
I’m happy
at long last…
they’ve learnt
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
