The first day is the worst

Image by Aaron Burden

It was a long day, today! And finally its nighttime, 11:23pm to be precise, 37 minutes before it’s officially over.

And the first day is the worst, right?

I have all the reason to believe that tomorrow will be a better day?

Am I living a deja vu? Are my years on a loop? Last year this time I had lost. It took me a year to gather my bits that are now floating in a vacuum. Oh I see them.

No matter what happens, I’ll never hate you Autumn. So what if you split things, you didn’t choose the Nature, you already carry too much pain. I forgive you. Until again, I’ll start collecting my bits all over again.

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Over and over again

Image by Jamie Street

I saw myself desperately trying to hold this life together.

Like a mad man building a house of cards,

Until the wind blows and disrupts it all.

And he starts over, and I start over.

The Forest

Image by Alessio Lin

Don’t wander off, dear heart

Not in the forbidden part of Forest

Not in the places familiar

The fog that still feels warm

Don’t wander off, dear heart

Don’t chase the dragonflies

And try to catch them

What once belonged doesn’t anymore

Focus, old friend

Don’t look for the maze to get lost

What doesn’t belong is free to fly

So fly to the infinite Land, and don’t wander off.

Bankruptcy 

Image by Danilo Batista

When I had nothing left to lose,

Then I walked the Earth bare feet 

When I had no spectacle to behold,

Then I witnessed the sky with naked eyes

When I had no complaints to make,

Then I embraced the mercy of God

I had to be a bankrupt,

To be eternally enriched.

Forge #writephoto

The sight of the trees here, their aroma warms up my heart. This ground feels so familiar, it’s almost like I’m walking down my imagination. She reflected.

I never want to be away. I never want to be out of the warm embrace of these bushes. I wish I could open the doors to my heart, the same way this forest has opened its doors for me. How? It had been a long walk. Through the garden, through the cactus land, here is where I am now. 

Do you see the trees bowing the passageway? It’s almost like they just parted to make way for you. The ground, trees, bushes they all worked in harmony to let you in. They are bowing now, in submission. Their beauty is at the disposal of your adornment. They await your response, vulnerable, shy, tender hearted

Part the trees now sweetheart, you know it’s time. 

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge ♥️

Dispersion #writephoto

What do you think of when you think of the universe?

Dispersion.

An atom. Splattering into billion tiny spheres, then combining into millions of forms. Only to eventually submerge into each other. Unify into that one magnificent Atom again. That’s all there is to it. The entire process of being existing between the acts of splitting and unifying. 

And I, One tiny being among million others is rotating in my sphere waiting for the unification. 

*He is long bones now. But his words still resonate in this universe. He said, and I quote “If one day I’m given a moment in solitude with you. I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.”

Oh the joy of union. 

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Inspiration.. Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge

*Rumi

Recovering #writephoto

Look! She sighed.

These roses are so perfect. Red as blood, sharp as memories. I can’t help but wonder what is worth the adornment of these lush flowers

Tell me now, if you could, would you peek inside? Would you like to discover that which they hide? Its like the roses are stuck here forever, bewitched by love and bound by mortality. They have owned the window, claimed it as one of their own. All for that which resides inside.

No. He replied in his resolute tone. Looking in another direction.

Why not? She complained. You’re not even paying attention.

He looked towards the window and replied cautiously, What if we went inside just to peek and the vines never let us out? What if the roses grow around us? We’ll be stuck there forever. 

He firmly gripped her hand and they continued walking. 

Atleast we’ll know what the roses fell in love with, and never recovered. 

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This gorgeous prompt is from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

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 site. 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. 

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. ❤️