At the fag end of life, I wonder why I did whatever I did, and what could have happened on the path not taken. I strained authenticity to prove a point to people who didn’t matter, and never stood by me. I followed rules which made no sense to me. A few approving glances came … Continue reading Masked
-grainy-texturedtechnology-superimposedlayers of truth-sun, sand and seaescape smoothness-disguised beauty Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt
souls stuck on the wrong sideof the time machinestruggle and writhe in painnot knowing why they don’t belongwhy are they punishedfor just being themselves I am the conceptI am the scriptI am the beginning and endto make people understandvalue is derivedonly from context everything elseis created by godscaught in bad moods-arcs meant to fit innon-existent … Continue reading Anachronism
A large collage in vivid colours strikes the eye, as soon as one enters the living room. Undoubtedly, it’s been a labour of love to put together pieces that seemingly don’t match, but come together to write poetry on the wall. Grandma refuses to let go of this, though the rest of the house is … Continue reading Textures
when the sky strikes gold-poised to meet the divine orba bird touches God-while another waits for duskto pray and dream once againmisses opportunity Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Air ….by Melissa Lemay
Don’t hold my head down,
Telling me to submit to
Sheer authority;
I am one with Creator
therefore I am one.
I am guided without air
of your existence;
one name releases me from
your commands, you see.
I see thorns on your roses.
I won’t oblige quietly.
Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge. A chōka.
the lights go off at break of dawnI'll be forced out of my comfort zonedressed to face a world I don't likegeared to perform tasks without respite I'll be forced out of my comfort zonemy dreams all put out there in neongeared to perform tasks without respitevanished without a trace; I face day-break my dreams … Continue reading Day-Break
moving up and downI'm a restless clownI dream of riding on wavessee transformationseeks confirmationnot happy with just hands raisedwaves are recedinghollowness leavingmy conscious mind as I chasetwelve-o'clock conquestdecisions to reston a fraudulent database The chosen form is Alouette 12 lines a mention of twelve-o'clock 44 words written for Quadrille at dVerse Wishing all of you … Continue reading Mind of a fraudster
Eyes – piercing, accusing, tormenting glances surround her spewing fire, till she shuts her own eyes to escape the lethal impact, and moves inward to find strength within. Eyes – watch with trepidation as the cross on her shoulders breaks to transform into artistic patterns and tells a story – a story which they do … Continue reading Eyes
I paint a rainbow on the sky. The lighthouse waits for a ship to pass. The lighthouse keeper stopped coming, as advanced technology took over. I feel its loneliness, and the feeling of irrelevance in the absence of ships seeking guidance. I move the torchlight on the wooden benches. Where have all the people gone? … Continue reading Rainbow in the Sky
