Above three pictures are my visuals of freedom on land, water and in air for the weekly photo challenge – escape.
The auspicious tattoo, the ornament of a bride,
henna designs ink her skin particles in sight.
the bones are of colorful wood, the feathers resplendent,
the peacock stands as a spectacle of nature’s fragrance.
countless voices, sprinkling verses in the temple,
the devotee gazes and hangs her faith in prayers.
the window of colors on either side guard as an angel,
sewing the tinted jewels in night’s cradle.
where they greet every guest with flowers in a tie
the petals rest in water creating a bloom in your eye.
small patios watch themselves in water,
the dusky light warms up a melting marble’s quarter.
the broken halves but a beauty so fierce,
words slip by as centuries without any shears.
corridors are arranged waiting for you to arrive,
purple wins the air where luxurious symmetries strive.
a son is decorated, a warrior comes to life,
mother earth becomes his chariot, wind is his sharpest knife.
Above pictures are in response to the weekly photo challenge : patterns
Images copyright : theinnerzone
From a mountain top, I wish to look down
on the scattered dots,
in illuminated rooms,
in smoking chimneys,
in white ceilings,
on sloping roofs,on slim tree tops, on arrogant highways,on shy country roads.
From a mountain top, I wish to hang,
to dangle between rock and sand,
to feel every cell of my body clinging to life,
to feel something to overcome,
to look up to something again.
From a mountain top, I wish to slide
to find speed,
to let go,
to raise my hands up in air and shake the core,
to feel the wind on my face,
and to keep going even when I don’t want to go.
The journey ahead – the waiting clouds merging with the path – the longer streaks of white markers – the fusing snow with the horizon and perhaps a town beyond the eyes.
The lit lamps in a household – a cup of coffee somewhere waiting to be heated – a roll of newspaper lying on the pavement to be read – the shadow of buds ready to bloom.
The hiding sun waiting to come out – the vacant road running to be filled up – the lined shrubs hoping for snow to melt – passing life waiting to be amazed.
(This is my first time to have participated in a weekly photo challenge)