I used to choose monochrome.
But with you, I feel the colors,
Live the rainbow
Be the air, and breathe the sun.
Alive, and dead. And all in between.
Find salvation.
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Re-write Revelations
Every Now and Then
Infinity – Eye #writephoto by Jan Malique
Image: Sue Vincent
My contribution for Sue Vincent’s lovely photo challenge Eye – #writephoto this week. It certainly stirred the creative waters:
It is said by the ancient tribes who live in the land of shadows and fire that the All Seeing Eye contains mysteries, ones that would inflame the spirit and shatter false perceptions. They believe it lies between the barren desert wastes and the verdant lands beyond. To gaze into its iris is to see all timelines converge and vanish into infinity. So the stories say. I am inclined to believe they are ancient truths garbed in fantasy and fiction, the inner message no longer understood by the children of this new world.
The Eye hides in plain sight, a bridge between the waking world and the mysterious inner realms. It is a dream that haunts our Soul and refuses to relinquish its hold. It speaks to us…
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Revelations
I used to
lay awake
at night,
Thinking I was
deep.
Marvelling at
my stories.
Keeping to
myself
Guardingall
secrets,
Putting up
walls.
A random
conversation,
Something spilled
out.
Not a lot.
Few precious
pearls.
Iknow now.
I am notdeep.
I am
Hollow.
Integrity prompts you
Integrity my amour.
Doing the right thing.
Being fair, being just.
Even when you get hurt.
Integrity my shield.
The right path is lonely.
Giving up always near.
God’s grace a lifeline.
Sin is never gone.
To stumble, to fall.
Humanity in its weakness.
Integrity against the odds.
No one is watching.
Yet, someone is.
Integrity prompts you.
It is none other than God.
By C.E. Pereira
(20-10-2017)
Guest writer: Shweta Suresh – Love on the sidelines
Admired each other from afar,
Rarely lost sight of each other,
He was her light and she was his satellite.
But they never dared to approach each other.
The entire world, as the humans called it, was at stake.
Earth was content to revolve around her beloved.
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Though this post resembles a poem, I like to call it a tiny tale. An extremely short story (often less than 200 words) that packs quite a punch. If you are wondering how I became obsessed with tiny tales, you may read all about that here. I have published several tiny tales on my current blog .Here is a link to the list of all the tiny tales, just in case you feel like reading – My Tiny Tales.
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Mystical Dark
Source: Mystical Dark
Dreams
Stand tall with your dreams
Don’t let the world pull them down…
Stride forward with your imagination
It’s the Dreamers who create history
Who paint this cosmos with colors
The world is yet to see…
So, stand tall with your dreams.
poetry and image copyirght neha 2017
Ineffably Ethereal 