When I was asleep I went on an adventures with my other ghosties
in a library. 👻👻👻
Oh! what fun it was to float around in that huge library where the characters of our beloved books walk wandered freely and spoke to us with love.
Thank you ghosties for such magical adventure.
@CirqueAmore@BrooklynMorganJ
The ghosties floated away & ran into their other ghostie, Brooklyn 👻.
"Hey ghostie, you wouldn't believe who we just ran into, Catherine & Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights!"
"I bet they would make good ghosts."
"They would be fun to hang out with."
"Where can we meet more of our favorite characters?"
"I know, why don't we haunt the library?"
"Ooh, that's perfect."
The ghosties floated over to the town library.
"Oh, I just love books so much!" The three of them floated around, touching the books with their transparent hands. They were in the zone, just enjoying their love of books. Suddenly, someone walked into the history section.
"Quick, hide!"
The ghosties were quiet, quieter than night.
"Maybe we should just get IN the book." The ghosties dove into the first book they saw.
"Now where are we?"The ghosties looked around in awe.
"Not sure, we will have to look around for clues."
They looked around and saw a castle, a dragon and a prince.
"This could be so many different books."
"Wait that's not A prince...that's Prince, you know... the artist formerly known as?"
Prince wandered over. "Wow, you three are some fine looking ghosts."
"Thanks Prince, but we just need to find out where we are, and how to get home."
Prince pointed up to the sky, where you could see a crack in the pages. "Go that way."
Soon the ghosties were safe in the library again.
Special thanks to the ghosties @PriyambanaP@BrooklynMorganJ
📸 Halloween Lovers
Facing the darkness within
Entering your mind to confront yourself
Areas and times of life intentionally hidden
Reading you own lifestory
Lost happiness and forgotten pain
Entering your buried consciousness
Seeing the darkness and light you have been sneaking around
#AcrosticChallenge #fearless #poetry
#vss365 #sneakers #prompt
Thought 💭
I think X creators have personality traits too!
1. Introverts- Mostly reply to comments on their own posts and stay in their own TL.
2. Extroverts-Mostly comment on others’ posts but rarely reply to comments on their own TL.
3. Ambiverts-Do both! 😎
So, which one are you? 🙆♀️💁♀️
-Priyambana ✨
In the night sky of blue hue,
Like a flower that blooms
at the touch of a dream,
I owe you
my reality
Until morning catches
Darker you.
-Priyambana ✨
@bionicanadian@FoxProse
• ❤️🖤- 05
I’m tired of saying
I’m okay.
I’m tired of swallowing
the ache.
I want to scream into
the dark -
Just once. Just once.
For my own sake.
—🥀☕️✒️
•
Blessed be the music in your eyes,
blessed be the rhythm of your heart.
Blessed be the sweetness of your lips,
the trembling breath before our kisses start.
How tenderly your fingers search for mine,
how naturally you lean into my chest.
I feel the longing stirring in your hands,
the little things your silence has confessed.
And when you lift your eyes to look at me,
I hear a song no instrument has played,
as though two hearts, once strangers to each other,
have found the melody for which they were made.
Come closer, love, and let the evening linger,
let every wandering wind forget its way.
Like figures carved from winter's tender snow,
we melt into the warmth we cannot name.
The sun bends low to seek the moon's embrace,
the sky grows still to watch their shadows meet.
Your laughter falls like rain upon my heart,
your whispered words make even silence sweet.
And when your lips find mine, so gently,
the distances between us disappear.
I cannot tell where your heartbeat begins,
only that its music reaches me here.
If you become the pupil of my eye,
let me become the eyelid sheltering you,
not to conceal the beauty of the world,
but guard the light through which you see it too.
If you become the east, my dearest love,
let me become the dawn upon your skies.
If you should wander where the roads divide,
I'll be the hand you find beside your own.
Not every journey needs a destination,
nor every love a promise carved in stone.
How beautiful that two distinct heartbeats
can make a single music of their own.
And now you rest your hand against my heart,
as though you've found a song you wish to hear.
I place my fingers gently over yours
and feel you smile because I hold them there.
No temple holds a sweeter kind of worship,
no sacred hymn could move me quite this way.
The world continues somewhere far beyond us,
yet nothing in this moment asks to stay.
I kiss your hand, and you look up and smile,
and something wordless passes between us.
If heaven has a language made of love,
I think it must sound very much like this...
#InkByVKrish
The Unexpected Visitor
Part-2
“Look! He’s calling me!
Let me go.”
“Who, Ashta?”
“No, no one is there at the gate.”
“Come back here. It’s time for your medicine.”
“Soham, no! I want to talk to him.
He wants to talk to me.”
“Ashta, listen. You can’t do this again.”
“Nobody can come back after death. Why don’t you understand?”
“But, Soham, he comes to meet me every day.
He looks exactly like…”
"Ashta please!"
“Soham, Let me go outside.”
“Ashta, take this pill. I’ll take you there after that.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
(Ashta takes the pill.)
-Priyambana ✨
The Unexpected Visitor
“Who is at the gate?”
“No one.”
“No, someone called my name.”
“Can you see anyone?”
“No, I don't see anyone there.”
“But someone is calling me.”
She rose from her bed and walked towards the window, hoping to discover who was calling her.
Through the glass, she saw a silhouette standing at the gate.
“Can you see that?”
He looked towards the gate.
He knew.
She was seeing the #unexpected visitor again.
-Priyambana ✨
#vss365
#sneakers#vss365
Your sneakers are mine too.
Wherever you go,
I follow you.
Every time
you visit a new place,
conquer a new stage,
I stay by your side,
Giving you reason to fly.
-Priyambana ✨
A glimpse of heaven,
At his heart.
A soulful music,
In his voice.
A sigh if relief,
At his presence.
A purity of thought,
In his soul.
A piece of me,
Is his heart.
-Priyambana ✨
#bionicanadian@bionicanadian
In the canopy of his heart
In the canopy of his heart
she dwells,
giving him
a reason to shine,
even when the darkness thrives.
Each moment of longing
becomes a prayer,
to be each other's hope,
a thread of connection,
binding two souls
across eternity.
-Priyambana ✨
#bionicanadian @bionicanadian