New world

Image credit; Sylvian Sarrailh @ Digiartque

A conflict created by man-


Here I am, staring at portals of vanity,

back and forth,

choosing intervals,

denuding shades hereby accumulated,

is plainness overly simplified,

overly underrated, that different layers

added over time, to achieve significance?

A conflict created by man-


in a time lapse of contradictions,

nostalgia and reality,

blur lines,

He who hurts is prayed for eternity,

He who helps is doomed to servitude,

travesty of time, confusion of mind,

in an incoherent chord.

A conflict created by man-


Here I am, staring into an overgrowing abyss,

fiction and non-fiction,

canvas of fairies and fantasy,

lure into swamp of ethereal existence,

cravings of time

stretch motions of finite,

dilute life and beyond.

118 words

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RxC # 264. Thank you, Sadje for hosting What do you see challenge # 170 . The above photo is the prompt. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


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  1. Your poem brings up so much, Aishwarya! If we did not measure time there would be no strategies or afterthoughts needed on longevity, premature birth or death, deadline pressures. Acceptance would be the keyword.

    On the other hand, people would not do anything if not compelled to do it. Sunlight provides a cue to action.

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