In the crowd dear heart, look for faces you call Home.
If you ever get scared to be lost in the crowd, if it ever holds you back from living your life, remind yourself, the route to home is only a touch away.
via. Weekly photo challenge: A face in the crowd
I wish we could be just souls
Be, without being.
I wish we could love without form
Feel, without being called out.
What is courage, but to go on
Losing, despite knowing
We’re not lost, but the wasted path leads nowhere.
Daily Prompt: Courage
Why are we silent?
Is this oblivion?
Or is it mere disassociation?
If we’re farther from the world,
Are we closer to self?
Are we selfish or is it that we’ve had enough?
Word prompt: Silent
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
The most jolly existence in this world is that of the wind. Maybe its attributable to its nomadic lifestyle. Always blowing, somewhat cocky, shaking everything on its way. Making its presence felt not by form but by impact.
Carrying with it the scents of earth, and roses and dirt.
Does it envy us? Does it dwell homes? Guess we’ll never know!
I envy you, dear winds!
Word prompt: Jolly
We’re all a lil crazy.
Wanting things we know we can’t have. Once in a while sneaking into dark alleys of our mind we know we should keep at bay, holding our breath, quietly, casually, pretending to not care but in reality looking direly to find a workable way out. Even though we’ve been there a hundred times, even though we know its a solid concrete. Maybe we can sing a lil something that pleases God and a stone falls out and we see that beloved, piercing streak of light. Oh the light that is worth years of blindness.
Or maybe another day.
Sanity is overrated. We’re all known by our degree of eccentricity.
Word prompt: Degree
“Are you an artist?”, he asked.
“No, I’m the art.”
She had a percussive effect on the phantom of his understanding.
Word prompt: percussive
A nest?
For a senseless egoistic lass as myself, ego is my nest.
It comforts me, nurtures me, protects me from the external world. I could take a false impression of home in it, and thus keep myself from flying.
When in reality, I’m only fooling myself. The only way to adapt to the changing seasons is by leaving your nest; flying away from self when the time is right. Perhaps the greatest obstacle in the way of your flight is the one of your making. The day I learnt this principle, I learnt to set myself free.
The day I learnt to accept that someone else can be more important to me than my own narcissistic self, I learnt to love.
Word prompt: Nest
“What was so particular about her?”
“She was a cemetery of feels.
She had not killed them, she was where they were meant to be buried. She was where people often came to visit them.”
Word prompt: Particular
I went to my hair stylist today to get a haircut. We were discussing freestyle balayage and she goes like: ‘Your premature whites amidst the black give your hair the look of salt and pepper!’. Utterly disappointed.
But it was kind of funny. I, ironically, liked what she said. xD
The girl with the salt and pepper hair.
The girl who knows better than fitting into people’s definition of perfection. Constricting.
Eccentricity is aphrodisiac. Know what you’re made of. You’re an antagonist to the fragile conceptions of society. Be a good one.
Daily Prompt: Black
