call it a picnic, partying in wildernessall set to boot, but where's my companion?Let me play music and sing a songSerenade her to come where I'm waiting all set to boot, but where's my companion?let me choose the lyrics carefully from my heartSerenade her to come where I'm waitingshe's sensitive - for an apology waiting … Continue reading A-waiting
I draw the same cards, yet they don’t come up to expectationsA little jaded, they don’t feel the same or mean the sameFool, Magician or Empress, I’ve read them all beforeinanity irritates; they know not what I’m going through A little jaded, they don’t feel the same or mean the sameI move the prism, colors … Continue reading What changed?
we’ll meet where magic happens in the eveninglight and shadow both play games astoundingshadow falls when opaque comes in way of lightif there’s darkness behind, is the process right light and shadow both play games astoundingis that a door or a visual perception changing?if there’s darkness behind, is the process righthow can shadows fall on … Continue reading Light and Shadow
The prompt line I chose Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so… My take subconscious thoughts conquer with unseen tentaclesI'm on a leash, can't break away from dark shacklesI change the technique, I change my spectaclesdarkness turns … Continue reading Anxiety
adore freshness, understand transitorinessanything that's fresh has a short spanfrozen smiles in sub-zero climesas good as Egyptian mummies anything that's fresh has a short spantheir value shifts on a long rideas good as Egyptian mummiessalute them for joys they spread their value shifts on a long rideknow where they started, how you metsalute them for … Continue reading Freshness
it takes you where you want to go, on invisible wingsyou are in the driver's seat, yet the bell never ringsmoments captured, embedded in code concealedbecome DNA for stories you tell, songs you sing you are in the driver's seat, yet the bell never ringsyou thought it's over, but it pulls you aheadbecome DNA for … Continue reading Humans are human, for ….
I woke up with a thoughtit intends to hijack my dayI looked at my goal-sheet thenI know I should not let it win it intends to hijack my dayit throws me at tangents, like a trollI know I should not let it wina growing orange ball enlightens me it throws me at tangents, like a … Continue reading Mornings – an awakening
Happiness is on the way, I believe It might get lonely up there a hand to hold, dreams I weave I lay the red carpet, see her nowhere It might get lonely up there peaks are charmed destinations I lay the red carpet, see her nowhere red tulips blush in anticipation peaks are charmed destinations … Continue reading Happiness is on the way…
She tells me my story by reading the runesNot sure how much reality she prunesI wonder who wrote those scripts in stoneWhat was their story, they know it alone… Not sure how much reality she prunesand after all, it's only her interpretationWhat was their story, they know it aloneLet me know what's true, then praise … Continue reading Scripts in stone
deep in the woods, stands a story untoldsomeone drove there, remained in the foldgrapevines say so, that he did not returna novelist who struck an idea on the run someone drove there, remained in the foldwho knows what truth is buried under molda novelist who struck an idea on the rundid he meet a wandering … Continue reading Deep in the woods…
Reena Saxena 