Sublime #writephoto


Are you here? Is this real?

Even though she could feel the warmth of his breaths upon his lips, she could feel his chest rise and fall, and hear his heart beat and hers stop, she did not dare turn her head and look towards him. Even though he was a touch away, she did not dare make that contact.

All her life she waited for this. Could she ever believe she would sit by him and they will witness the eternity of sky, together. There they were, but she did not dare put him to test. She had been poise all her life, staunch like a determined sea not tearing up to any storm.

But this moment was fragile. She had carefully embellished her to the thread of her heart, she was scared to be disintegrated at its hand.
How long has it been? She asked.

I don’t know, but I’m sure this is what eternity feels like. He replied.

They both sighed.

They loved this sight. There was something sublime about it. There were no day, no night in the gardens of Eden. It was like the sun and the moon were in a divine contentment, a state of blue between rise and fall.
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Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

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Stealth

Image by Patryk Sobczak

Thud thud 

I could hear my tread

I woke up amidst the crowd of sleeping selves 

The night had a hussle but my mind was quiet

I was strolling in the middle of a queer sight 

There was white smoke escaping the lips 

That burnt a cigarette of their own flesh 

And children playful and vulnerable 

Hopping and splashing dirt unto the earth dweller

Eyes making merry, seeking out daylight 

Blindly in the moonlight 

I saw blazing flames rising to the sky

I stepped closer and watched the logs vanishing 

The next morning I returned to see what remains

There was but ashes; of logs and souls

The fence #writephoto

But why? She objected.

Its for our own protection honey. Her mother tried to explain. But she was never really satisfied. 

Why do we need fences? 

Barbed wires around everything beautiful. Why did God not make fences around His rivers and deserts? Why does sky have no fence? Why do clouds get to breach territories with their rain? How did God miss this important detail?

Honey why don’t you appreciate the pasture? Try not to focus on the fences if they disturb you.


Because the pasture is where it should be. The pasture is at home. But the wires.. they are weeping. They want to be set free. They don’t want to live a life of hostility, but no one’s listening ma. 

And my heart is aching for them. 

Image source: http://bellehh.tumblr.com

Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.

Forgiveness 


Why is forgiveness important to us?

Forgiveness is not about forgetting what someone did to you. Forgiveness doesn’t provide the oppressor a relief from their guilt, as our mind tells us. 

It, on the contrary, releases us from emotional dependence on the actions of our oppressor. 

Forgiveness is about gaining emotional control on the situation. It is important for regaining self confidence, and stability of our ego. 

Forgiveness is an act of liberation. When we forgive someone irrespective of their stance, our mind perceives it as the ability to move on from a situation as tantalising as this. In return, it assures us a whip hand position where we’re superior to the condolences of our oppressor. Together, this conscious self and our mind* liberate one another from this fear of aftermath of being vulnerable in a similar situation again. People might oppress us, and that will hurt but they won’t leave us in ruins. They can’t hold us back in life, both emotionally and physically. 

The biggest obstacle in this path is aggression. It is an enemy to liberation. 
Aggression chains us, and forgiveness is it’s key. 

*an interplay of conscious and subconscious mind

Love?

Image by Jake Lorefice

Love is anything but selfish. What is selfish is not love.

Love sets you free.

It takes the form of a sky when you want to fly, and becomes an ocean when you’re thirsty. It becomes soft ground when you’re on your knees, and shadow when you want it to hide in its embrace. Love is a companion, not a destiny. Love is what makes the journey worthwhile.

A lucid dream #writephoto

Every fortnight they met. The moon, the tree, and she. Dressed in moonlight, her gorgeous locks flowing in the air, caressing them, she crossed the dark mystic field without a worry in her eyes. Upon gazing her, the moon and the tree sighed. 

Step by step she walked towards her, each step felt like centuries to the tree. Even though she had to wait a fortnight, the longest was after having her in sight.

The moon blinked. He knew how tree felt about her. They often talked about how she baffled their senses. They talked in whispers about their fear of not having to see her after another fortnight. Fear was but their expression of longing, of desire and desperation. They were helpless.

What were they to call it? Love was often taken as mating of bodies. But they were mating dreams. Together was when people were bound to each other, but they were free with each other. So this was neither love, nor togetherness. 
What is it then? 

A lucid dream, you two! She giggled.

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Write for Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge here. ❤️

Vulnerability 

Image by Larm Rmah

One of the things that disturb me the most is watching people take away other people’s right to freedom. Freedom to express themselves, freedom to just be.

I come across these posts on Facebook where people like you and me, the ordinary kind, judge other people based on how their opinions are shaped by their disabilities. And I find it so disgusting. Would any of us wear our flaws out in the open and then let people like us judge them for its impact on our speech?

We live in a world where people cannot come forward with their deficiencies. Where we cannot take bravery and mettle from the deprived. We have a self-engrossed concept of pain and the subsequent reaction to it. We will hide our own flaws behind the armour of our body, and boldly criticise those who live a life of vulnerability and no amount of armour can hide it for them. 

What we fail to realise is when God puts people through a grave trial, He empowers them with equal strength to carry its weight. 

And fact of the matter is those who don’t know how to be vulnerable, will never truly experience what real strength and liberation of embracing yourself are. 

So as long as your freedom is not hurting another being. Be free in mind, body, and heart. 

Elegance 

Heritage

When I read today’s daily prompt, the first thing that came to my mind was my Mother. For me, the epitome of elegance and grace is this one amazing lady. 

This person of incredible generosity. The woman who knows how to forgive, how to remain steadfast in adversity and still wear that gorgeous smile of hers. God didn’t allow this world to blemish your light. I hope He treats me with same kindness. We may have our differences, we may have a different threshold and response to fear, but if I can learn to be as patient with people as you’re, I’d consider myself a happy seasoned person. 

I’ve never said this to you. But Im proud to look upto you. You’re the warmth to my world.

Word prompt: Elegance