Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #285’.
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hypnotic beauty
feeds my hunger in dark dome
one cold winter night
pulling me to a new world
immersed in her wilderness
This tanka is written from the perspective of an adventurer experiencing Northern lights for the first time. The verse uses this elusive journey as a metaphor for fondness or passion in love.
Inspired by Colleen’s ‘Tanka Tuesday #227’.
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Hey visitor!
Let me clear my own mystery, sharing my story with you.
I was once a giant guard designed to fly. While I rested, the enemy of my territory casted a freeze curse immobilizing our complete clan. As days passed, the frozen mankind, all their materialistic lifestyle and even the cursed enemy passed away.
But, I stay grounded with no escapade even in this open desert. Then on, I remain seated decoding the meaning of mankind for centuries and centuries.
I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.
I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”
Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #265’.
Is my brain befogged, or is everyone except me really looking out of focus?
Is this blurry veil meant to be the symptomatic inkling of isolation in a crowd?
Has the dark tunnel led me to Continue reading
There’s a door and I want to walk out. But, this pathway and tired plants are haunted by the living spirits that rarely visit.
Drenched in fears, should I look for a new magic door, or trusting destiny that took me here, should I dare to enter this one which is just a few yards away?
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #244’.
This is a response post to this week’s expression challenge by iScriblr. The topic given is ‘Mystery’, and what strikes me on spotting this is ‘Black’.
The black clouds make the blue sky even more beautiful.
There are crowds of people who love ‘black’ breezy nights than days with bright sunshine.
Black is more than just a color.
For those who see through it, Black is class; Black is power.
For those who don’t, it is inauspicious and a symbol of fear.
Such people relate anything and everything unexplored to black – say, black holes or haunted homes. Why? Maybe because it stands out of what’s visible to our eyes. Continue reading
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