Retreat

Fall , the season after the restless summer. The season of reaching the edge, the season of the learning to fall off the edge and survive. In between the fall and rise are the infinite possibilities of extinction, the myths of Moulin Rouge, Orpheus and Eurydice; the time of tremor and fear, agony close to the ecstasy and the time to know the need for an understanding heart. Souheil Ghammachi Timeline 2 days ago edited If I tell you I need you, do not take it lightly. I do everything I can to never have to depend on anyone, to never show weakness, and if I say that I need you, it means I am trusting you to catch me when I fall. https://iglovequotes.net/ Show More Share Emoji All 3 3 3 2 Ofelia R Royo 2 days ago edited Both quite revealing. ...Thank you so much for sharing. 2 Replies

heroes and graves" He threw the windows open, moved the chair to the middle of the dusty room,  the only sign that once the house was furnished, full. The chair, the director's chair.  The sunlight rushed in through the open window and fell behind the chair  on which he sat watching the world passing  through the haze of smoke screen which the cigar made.  Those were his moments of light and shadows.  He occupied the worlds of light and darkness mingling in the smoke of the cigar. Sushama Karnik 25 Sept, 2019 (C)

Seasons come and go, but autumn has a way of lingering and leaving behind imprints that stay long in our heart and soul. Spring is a child and a harbinger, summer a season of growth, but autumn is gold harvested after long days waiting in patience for a happy turn-around, promising nothing but giving everything. A gorgeous, mellow richness around, scented with the presence of the last blossoms, their departing sounds of light footfall. I am drunk with the memories brought by the breeze and thankful, I go to sleep. Thanks for the image and the inspiration,  @Souheil Ghammachi Souheil Ghammachi Timeline 4 hours ago edited Colorful leaves on a crisp Fall day... Autumn!!! Your presence speaks to my soul ...      

THE CALL OF THE SEA Every road leads somewhere. There ought to be somewhere they meet. Mountains ahead, deserts to cross, but oh, this grain of sand! It does not cease to bite. When am I to cross the desert, climb the mountains, flow with the river and reach the bay where roars the sea? The fascinating, deep , surging sea, where I drop my language and learn to sing, give up all effort to translate the song, where the sonorous silence rising from my depth finds its echo in the sea. The deserts of sands never glimpsed the sea, and yet the prayers from the mosque strike the appointed time; remind me of my tryst with the sea. The ceaseless humming, the droning of an infinite number of bees, surround my heart and stir memories stored in the depth of the sea. Wherever I happen to be on earth, wherever wake up, wherever sleep, the call of the sea has to reach. The hounds of heaven, the call of the tides, rising and falling, when I face thee, I can grasp at nothing, nor let go. ...

It's raining in silence today where the earth once scorched under flames. The rain is seeping in silence to heal where once the fangs would steal all inspiration and the elixir to feel the essence of the writing skill . The rain is scouring the lanes in a steady sonnet of a meditative beat, teasing and chasing the boy on the wheels of the daily run to the everyday grit. The rain is sliding off the slopes of hills in little rivulets of low-sounding trickles of a daylong strain of a musical dream drowning the world in a hypnotized trance when nothing matters except the sky and the drifting clouds. It's raining in silence behind the hills, stirring in the life not visible yet, soothing the anxiety of the future nights. I'll rush in the downy drifting streams to wash my tears over yesteryears. It's raining in silence to lead me to the sea and rid me of the rafts of a whirlpool drift. I sink to the bottom of the billowy wa...

IMAGES IN A MIRROR When my candle burns to the end I stand before the mirror and wait for you. You, with another candle, brighter because it shines in a mirror. You come at my command I lean towards you. you towards me. We challenge, stare, neither in wonder, nor in surprise. We test the tenacity, endurance, a battle not for power. We both know the futility of power. what is it we want? A war of attrition? I am as much living in a mirror as you behind that glossy panel. Why do we want to correct each other when we are simultaneously right or wrong? I cannot prise open the glass mirror without breaking it into shards, nor can you enter my world without walking over the shards We are both unreal, you to me and I to you Images in a mirror. Sushama Karnik (c). Thanks for the image:  @Milan Lakić Milan Lakić Timeline a month ago MISS ANIELA - ARTIST - ABANDONED

IMAGES IN A MIRROR When my candle burns to the end I stand before the mirror and wait for you. You, with another candle, brighter because it shines in a mirror. You come at my command I lean towards you. you towards me. We challenge, stare, neither in wonder, nor in surprise. We test the tenacity, endurance, a battle not for power. We both know the futility of power. what is it we want? A war of attrition? I am as much living in a mirror as you behind that glossy panel. Why do we want to correct each other when we are simultaneously right or wrong? I cannot prise open the glass mirror without breaking it into shards, nor can you enter my world without walking over the shards We are both unreal, you to me and I to you Images in a mirror. Sushama Karnik (c). Shared privately • View activity tony langmach Uhh, Heartfelt ... Thx & sends good thoughts REPLY  Sep 22, 2016  Nikhil Maurya +1 ...