The rain falls freely Playing beats on my umbrella instinctively The candle burns ferociously Giving my face a glow instinctively The wind swhooshes in abundance Leaving me in a typhoon instinctively We live our lives in ordinance Imprinting this earth instinctively Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/instinct/ Advertisements
There is a word that makes us utter platitudes A word that only allows accommodation of banal ideas With it as our armour, only triviality survives With it we get stuck in a pattern to write the clichés of our lives For the Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pattern/
You are sitting on your couch staring at the other wall with no one around you. Your eyes move from one crevice to another, one object to another. Your ears become acutely aware of the sound coming from the clock every second. Thus a sense of time moving forward overcomes you. But if you close … More Can we only live in the now when all else stops?
Someone somewhere took a very long time to design the facades that we ignore everyday. Walking past everything around us, too busy to get to our next destination. So I often wonder which buildings around me have I not seen? Will I remember them if someone showed me just their facade? No, not pictures of … More someone somewhere built a facade
Who are we to punish someone else? After all we are humans too. Who are we to decide the fate of another? After all we can’t even do that for ourselves. Who are we to inflict pain upon the other person? After all we can’t even manage our own pain. Why is it that a select … More Who are we to punish?