Enigma

Down the pondering lane, I seem to have lost count of time. Time seems to be cloaked in mystery. A perception of having too much or at times, craving for some more.

Enigmas can’t be bottled. They seem to shriek away into obscurity, just like the wild touch me- not plants, which happily grows in abundance, but shies away when captured.

Time and Death seem like illusions until they unite and descend. That space, which is beyond anyone’s reach. That singularity, once lost, lost forever. Into oneness.

Colours of water,

What my eyes perceive to be,

Would water care much?

100 words.

Form :- Haibun ( Prose and Haiku.)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 158. This week’s theme is about Singularity. Inspiration drawn from a poem by Marie Howe titled, ” Singularity”. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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  1. Water may not care, but I do πŸ™‚ The following lines are beyond brilliance, and shake one up to the core.

    Enigmas can’t be bottled. They seem to shriek away into obscurity,

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