353. Sea shell

 Prompt - Sea shell 

Mind runs so fast without a beginning or end 

It started with bus instance and a red dupatta just blend 

Her mind dwells over a broken watch and a related story 

And the mere reality of death in form of brown wooden stick that no 

one worry

Finally as she heads towards home while a thought that dwell

The choices she ones made is unwinding in mind just like a sea shell 

She had known him for 3 years now 

The affection she had was more than love 

She got attached and even shared many secret 

Over sharing can't be undone, that's the only regret 

The one who dwelt within her 

Manipulated her to suffer 

All she needed was a momentory escape 

She ignored the consciousness call to awake 

He tried all nasty tricks 

In name of being there for her to fix

He was not fixing her or healing

He was dwelling within to play games with her feelings 

Just to make her habituated to him and be fun 

And then cut off all of sudden

She chased him and he anticipated her next move 

His habit was dwelt deep within which she wanted to now remove 

But he would come back 

And her self control would take a back seat and lack 

She would fall for him again

And re-live the anxiety and pain

She reached the new low 

She was also aware of his next move 

Just because he knew her actions well 

She anymore doesn't want him in her heart to dwell

Choosing such person would mean living in hell 

It was time to move on and this time she hears the warning bell 

He would do his tricks to seek her attention 

Enjoy the control by putting her to the tension 

After learning his intention 

She is aware that this attachment was a mere act of manipulation 

Breaking any habit or loop is the toughest part

But dealing with such instances is also an art 

Removing unnecessary content stored within is the real deal

All she needed was self love and self heal 

He may bump into her again 

Self awareness will help her regain 

He might play mind games or do certain activity as attraction to feed 

Remember, he was not the one who actually dwelt within ,it was just her emotional need 

Being aware and having clarity makes mind clutter free 

Forgive self and be detached with new perspectives entry 

The one who should always dwel within is the Lord

She cleared the junk her heart once stored

Chose self-growth,and found the self she had lost before 

The efforts do matter to make correct choice after all 

The sea shell got her a precious pearl teaching her to rise after each fall !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

352. Broken stick

 Prompt -Brown stick

My daily thought includes things that may not matter tomorrow 

Still hoarding thoughts ,things and carrying baggage than choosing to throw

Ultimately what will one take from this world 

When dear ones involved , the most nightmare is this word

Truth of 'Death' is very deep-

soul leaves,forever body sleeps

Immortal is our soul and is free

plays its role as a selfless tree

When leaf fall

A tree never cries

On young leaf call

neither does it rejoice

Something so obvious is 'Death'

Each one's life cycle is preset

Body eventually fades and becomes dull

But soul is supreme and is immortal

Each event in life is a replay

Individual role is a pre-scripted play

But memories are attached to this body of flesh and blood

And dear ones leaving us makes tears shed

The brown stick of wood when ignites ,has capacity to burn this existence 

Even after knowing reality , all of us choose ignorance 

Any pain will heal with time

Nothing in this materialistic world is 'Mine' !!!

✍️©️Priyanka Kamath

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩ 

@⁨+91 96963 14289⁩ 

351. Prompt - Broken watch

 Broken watch

 In bus as I sat recalling the instance of dupatta red 

My mind recalled my broken watch story in just seconds

I lost my job because of my anger lame

Let's uncover my story of irascible heart flame

In the fight between heart and mind

Choosing heart is always my find

I speak out everything without filter 

And realise only when I rethink over a coffee filter 

So my job in big four is still close to my heart 

This is my first job here and my lifes part

Three years here I was just doing codes

Whereas I could have achieved many milestone mode 

If I would ask my team to give me a chance to learn when free 

They would tell me that they aren't asked to teach me

Asking my manager I was literally drained

She would say that at right time I would be trained

The peer who joined recently was trained on all task

And why I was inefficient was the management's ask 

Then my manager sat next to me 

And said that operations task is not meant for me 

I said that I love my work and I am sincere 

I have always worked on the feedback and been transparent without fear 

Then came the all star awards turn

Purposely excluding my name from list was indeed a inner burn

I was although hinted about my exit 

I thought the opportunity to reply fit 

I told my manager that what she did to me was not right 

Isolating me for task and even prize was taken as a personal fight 

I told her she is bias and didn't do good 

Giving me my share of recognition was the least she could 

But then the things I told her in rage 

Resulted me in signing the termination page 

The most difficult part of this anger rant

Was even difficulty in changing department

Because my manager had put a poor rating 

And overcoming the same was a difficult setting 

I had to pay a high price for being tough 

And during the phase of my notice period working phase was rough 

Somehow I managed to work in other team 

performance based I am granted extension no less than a dream 

Since we are branch of same company tree

My previous manager happens to see me in pantry

Initial days were tough for us 

I used to find ways not to meet eyes 

But then two days back when I met 

I smiled as our eyes glued to each other set

It was awkward but we greeted beyond 

Like a broken watch with fevikol rebond

Although I know I may not see time with a broken base

But yes in my minds showcase I may keep her as memory phase 

So anger had made my jolly nature into bitter art

Also it had induced a sense of discomfort 

But one smile worked as a magic bliss

As I replaced my anger to forgiveness

Keeping grudge doesn't heal 

Winning an arguement is not a big deal 

After anger effect is a strange feel

I ended up being sad,upset and lack of zeal

Universe gave me a chance to restart 

I know life is not fair but it's ones karmic accounts part 

Even now I know I may not be my managers favourite 

But then handling

 diplomatically is a art

Same matter for which I was fighting over now seems lame 

This is one of my stories how watch was broken but time showed same. 

©️ ✍️Priyanka Kamath 

350. Prompt Red dupatta

 The bus story yesterday taught me to me alert to save me 

Red Dupatta is a metaphor for red flags to identify,deal and be free 

As I sat down in my cab , I was reflecting on things happen at workplace this day

There is my senior,let's name him HK 

He was calling me to wherever he was seated all the while 

There was nothing important to discuss and my work was pending in pile 

His some comments seemed very odd and didn't seem sincere

And I am adjusting to the new work culture in new place here 

Some of his comments were repetitive one

Example - he had mentioned earlier if Kamat restaurant was as per my surname

So I said if Salman khan is his relative as per his surname 

So he got offended on remarks same 

He had asked me what is my qualification which I had told 

But today again he asked same question and I felt like repeated episode 

He asked if I am on social media ,I said yes , I do reels sometime

His response is do you dance like kachha badam girl style 

He is a red flag but I am assigned to learn work from him every 

Hence I can't be rude but I should know to draw my boundary 

Next he commented on my profile picture and said is this a click from this year

Instead of replying directly , I counter questioned him 'why' without any fear

I understand that when I am soft and kind 

People take me from granted as they assume I don't mind 

But I guess I should learn to identify the red dupatta and neatly pin 

And be strict and draw my margin 

Being afraid or crying is not a solution 

Especially when I see from people's eye on their intention

 Doing duty nicely ,Facing them being brave and fierce 

Handling with positive mindset ,all these sort of peers !!

©️✍️ 

Priyanka Kamath 

7 Oct 2026

Prompt Bus

 Prompt* Bus*

Nature when is sensitive to any tone

Leads to walking in emotional zone

when I feel vulnerable it's ok to shed tear

But someone taking advantage of my sensitivity is the fear

An example I am quoting now is open ended story

Not sure if I did right or have to be sorry 

I was walking towards bus stand this day 

And passing over a zebra crossing way

A person in white mini bus purposely didn't stop which seemed odd

Came across my way and didn't move between road 

I felt weird that my presence was not acknowledged

I was half way through road,but parked car in between road full fledged

He seemed to find pride in blocking my way 

I just patted my tiffin bag on the back of his bus as I walked past this play

His ego was hurt by mere touch not even a scar

I kept walking and came so far 

Now he comes out of the bus and starts calling from behind 

'Hello Hello' ,I heard but I didn't turn back purposely his side 

My tiffin patting his bus was a deliberate act 

It didn't damage it in any way for the fact 

But his ego was hurt and now he could stop the bus,walk all way just to fight 

Seeing this effort to argue with me was kind of delight

When I wanted to cross he didn't care

And me ignoring his' Hello hello' kinda seemed fair 

I wanted to make him feel what I felt 

Not sure if this was the right way I dealt 

Possibly ignoring was also a better way

Which I follow on basis all day

But it's ok to test self at time

Sometimes I lose otherwise I shine 

My inner self just whispered one thing 

Whatever you do , later don't overthink 

Matter is done and this was my story of  bus 

Next time I should be mindful to not put self in any mess !!

@✍️ Priyanka Kamath 

348. Ghost

 Cockroach type is different from home town when

Same bait doesn't work here to shoo off them 

Same applies to ghost ,I was told not to freak

If ghost appear, just undress self to make it powerless and weak 

But ghost here fell for me and started to meet in my balcony 

He would act as my wish be it being serious, romantic or funny

He was just like a customised AI 

I didn't want to let this ghost go off my tie

One day when my mind visualised the outcome 

I locked the balcony so that Ghost doesn't come

He still communicated over the closed door 

But the gap between expectations and reality seemed more

The charm of the ghost kept fading this while 

Everything changed right from his approach and talking style 

Cockroach example in beginning was to express

Not always black magic work for unresolved mess

At times it's the mind which needs to be strong to see 

If the ghost is just imagination or the really within me 

Ghost is ghosting me and it's for my good 

The worst nightmare is my own vices and not the ghost is what I have understood !!

✍️©️ Priyanka

 Kamath 

2 Oct 2026

Cockroach type is different from home town when

Same bait doesn't work here to shoo off them 

Same applies to ghost ,I was told not to freak

If ghost appear, just undress self to make it powerless and weak 

But ghost here fell for me and started to meet in my balcony 

He would act as my wish be it being serious, romantic or funny

He was just like a customised AI 

I didn't want to let this ghost go off my tie

One day when my mind visualised the outcome 

I locked the balcony so that Ghost doesn't come

He still communicated over the closed door 

But the gap between expectations and reality seemed more

The charm of the ghost kept fading this while 

Everything changed right from his approach and talking style 

Cockroach example in beginning was to express

Not always black magic work for unresolved mess

At times it's the mind which needs to be strong to see 

If the ghost is just imagination or the really within me 

The worst nightmare is my own vices 

Ghost is ghosting me and it's for my good 

I need to be mindful of my choices 

I am dangerous than the ghost is what I have understood !!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 Oct 2026

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamb

le⁩ 

@⁨+91 96963 14289⁩ 

***

Cockroach type is different from home town when

Same bait doesn't work here to shoo off them 

Same applies to ghost ,I was told not to freak

If ghost appear, just undress self to make it powerless and weak 

But ghost here fell for me and started to meet in my balcony 

He would act as per my wish be it being romantic or funny

He was just like a customised AI 

I didn't want to let this ghost go off my tie

One day when my mind visualised the outcome 

I locked the balcony so that Ghost doesn't come

He still communicated over the closed door 

But the gap between expectations and reality seemed more

The charm of the ghost kept fading this while 

Everything changed right from his approach and talking style 

Cockroach example in beginning was to express

Not always black magic work for unresolved mess

At times it's the mind which needs to be strong to see 

If the ghost is just imagination or is really within me 

The worst nightmare is my own vices 

I need to be mindful of my choices 

Ghost is ghosting me and it's for my good 

 I am dangerous than the ghost is what I have understood !!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 Oct 202

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@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩ 

@⁨+91 96963 14289⁩ 

347. Picture prompts ( Platform,key, balloon )

 Review 

Achingly beautiful and deeply colored it turns absence into presence.

You made your parents' love immortal still calling, still watching, still holding you tight. Best wishes 🎁

I am missing my parents and feeling low

Involuntarily tears just flow 

My thoughts just run like the train

Back to my memory lane 

And heart feels and relives and express in tears form

Similar to the rain soaked railway platform.

Rusting is "Ganesh Priya" home key 

Each corner has memory that is mildly fading within me 

What booms like balloon is my parents sweet voice 

Their soul is watching me over , leaving body was God's choice 

Thank you dear parents for sacrificing so many things freely 

Wherever you are please remember I miss you dearly 

I don't know why I am unable to control my tears and feeling so heavy and in pain

All I need is your hug and hoping if I relive with any of your essence again 

I am waiting for a train in platform in hope you both will come to me 

I am still holding up to old key but you seem to fly like the balloon so free

I ran behind it to hold it tight

In no time the balloon went off my sight 

I felt so important when you both called me for everything and shared your feelings

Now when I don't get your messages checking on me

if I had my food ,my whereabouts and dearly calling Pri

How shall I tell you that I feel like the same rusted key absolute 

Once I was a solution now feel obsolete 

Wherever you both are know that you mean the world to me 

Please heal me and help me let go off any burden and like that balloon feel back free

***

I miss my parents, and involuntarily my tears just flow,

My thoughts run like a train to memories I know.

Like a rain-soaked platform, my heart feels heavy with pain,

Waiting for a moment to meet them again.

The rusted key of our “Ganesh Priya” home still stays,

Holding memories of those beautiful days.

Their sweet voices rise like a balloon in the sky

Their souls watching over me from up high.

I ran behind the balloon to hold it tight

In no time it went off my sight 

I miss when they called my name with love,

Checked on me if I ate well and my whereabouts every then and now 

I once felt needed, important and they always my side 

Now without their messages, something feels so empty inside 

 I am waiting for a train in platform in hope you they will come to me 

Wherever they are, heal me, please stay with me.

***

Polish version 

I miss my parents, and involuntarily my tears just flow,

My thoughts run like a train to memories I know.

Like a rain-soaked platform, my heart feels heavy with pain,

Waiting for a moment to meet them again.

The rusted key of our “Ganesh Priya” home still stays,

Holding memories of those beautiful days.

Their sweet voices rise like a balloon in the sky,

Their souls watching over me from up high.

I ran behind the balloon to hold it tight,

But in no time, it went out of my sight.

I miss when they called my name with utmost love,

Checked if I had eaten and asked where I was.

I once felt needed, important, with them always by my side,

Now, without their messages, something feels empty inside.

I wait for a train on the platform, hoping they will come to me,

Wishing they are at peace, and asking them to stay with me.

***

I miss my parents, and involuntarily my tears just flow,

My thoughts run like a train to memories I know.

Like a rain-soaked platform, my heart feels heavy with pain,

Waiting for a moment to meet them again.

The rusted key of our “Ganesh Priya” home still stays,

Holding memories of those beautiful days.

Their sweet voices rise like a balloon in the sky,

Their souls watching over me from up high.

I ran behind the balloon to hold it tight,

But in no time, it went out of my sight.

I miss when they called my name with utmost love,

Checked if I had eaten and telepathy just worked somehow

I once felt needed, important, with them always by my side,

Now, without their messages, something feels empty inside.

I wait for a train on the platform, hoping they will come to me,

Wishing they are at peace, all I need is one more hug lovingly calling me Pri