eyes afraid to meet mine quivering lips you need not say more… I know the lie Yet… I stop to think Why did my presence make you nervous? Why could you not bluff with comfidence? Is it true that you care deep down somewhere? https://dversepoets.com/2019/10/21/quadrille-90-were-all-a-quiver/
they hang heavy on minds they force my hands I hear sounds in the silence of tombs I’m yet to be born I’m still in the womb -an unfinished piece not allowed to bloom my fears pull me in them I’m riding a broom the scene changes Kaboom, Kaboom I’m now the Master worlds … Continue reading Narratives
embroidered memories of nurtured illusions innocent doe-eyes were just that -youthful traps for a thirsty soul thirst unquenched… youth spent https://scvincent.com/2019/10/17/thursday-photo-prompt-calling-writephoto/
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave unable to fight complex, corrupt webs burdened with guilt feeling inadequate they withdraw into lonely shells which the world calls intellectual ivory towers I believe in a force to make them bounce back with vigour re-establishing kingdoms of fairness and lost identities I … Continue reading Complexity
Indira pulled out two wonderful pieces of poetry from her saved drafts, and I decided to translate it for you. English you cannot fit me in frames small, big triangular, square crooked, straight I will move out dissipate in the air you cannot stamp me Hindu, Muslim Sikh, Christian Buddhist, Jain or anything else human … Continue reading Frames
Tell me now what’s the other side? you will know soon if by rules you abide Take me, if you will but just wait a moment what if I’m not happy? I’ll return, not lament… Hold on, dear womanit’s not an option you have commitments are one-way then, you are just a slave … Continue reading Help me with it
Hey Hi, Fair Dame Can you sing for me? Yes Sir, Yes Mam From where do you come? A choir for the office dancing to tunes A distracted family will need a Rap soon Hey Hi, Fair Dame Can you pose for me? Yes Sir, Yes Mam From where do you come? I … Continue reading Tell me how
imperceptible shifts in the horizon rock watery graves but your stony silence conceals manipulations and conspiracies curated over decades It is a face they dread watching over surrounding turbulence -but nobody knows when secrets will start pouring out as smoldering lava from a volcano https://scvincent.com/2019/10/10/thursday-photo-prompt-stillness-writephoto/
It is a race I find no place to escape dominance or find prominence dates are only a number a generation in deep slumber says - those born before will rule for them, life is just cool Into the world, do I bring some more? make them feel life is a chore… to … Continue reading Nobody’s clone
greying temples sagging skin erect posture walking tall disapproving glance at a teenager passing by -hands gesturing in rejection of roadside ware curled up nose, frown on the brow -turning back to look for something he can criticise, once again… a lifetime of achievement watered down on the bylanes of life searching … Continue reading The Critic
