blinding light shadows consciousness my accustomed eyes look for comfort in seeded beliefs. I need preconceived notions to compare and authenticate visible beauty Is it true, have I seen it before, or is it an artist’s imagination? https://scvincent.com/2019/04/04/thursday-photo-prompt-threshold-writephoto/
reeling under cascading impact of a heartbreak -generations of emotion struggle to find a slot, get labelled -but they know not where they came from and what is their name https://dversepoets.com/2019/04/02/poetics-cascade/
cutting across the psyche sharp lines of ridicule transforms to unseasonal storms pulverizing structures that bind me with the rest of the world… my sanity survives I rise above it all to see my resilience analyzing how insignificant was the storm https://helenevaillant.com/2019/04/02/11001/
Ambition was high, thoughts were plain needs were high, resources low I need to get on the gravy train I climbed the hills, come sun or rain cut through rocks in search of dough Ambition was high, thoughts were plain those up there - looked at me with disdain uncaring of blocks, I … Continue reading Upwardly mobile
suffocated breaths on busy roads laden with history -manipulative voices steeped in the art of politics Honesty is an exception here…. I sigh with relief as I hear -finally the time has come to go back home Delhi was never mine…. soothing monsoon straightforwardness -a familiar tongue of Mumbai pulls me back to … Continue reading Going back home
shreds of existence falling between the cracks emerge as insanity or fierce independence -to be berated by the pieces that stayed afloat above the surface eerie silence of lava rocks threatens to explode with toxic vigor polluting green life sky laments its nothingness in a conspiracy of clouded facts https://scvincent.com/2019/03/21/thursday-photo-prompt-rift-writephoto/
born and raised in a cluster yet alone in thoughts I kept looking out to talk, to share I never ever felt at home. college was fun with kids around being frivolous Realization… of a higher mental age struck… I never ever felt at home. work excited me as a platform to showcase … Continue reading Homeless
wolves that feed my inner world cause me to rebel -take a stance fight or fly win or lose laugh or cry reminisce churn regurgigate -become poetry I beat it till it speaks an acceptable language -squash it in moulds to create formats -looks different from my inner suffering -gives me a mask to … Continue reading Becoming poetry
I alternate between worlds I undulate, I’m serrated, I arrange myself in whorls as a flower, I’m rated stoma – my windows to worlds absorb toxic carbon - give oxygen epidermis hides vital activity but I lend meaning to acrogens pressed in pages of life I constitute memories read with care - the … Continue reading Unusual Leaf
There is a time to come to peace Karma wasted, life's been a bitch I look back at the obstacle race barricades crossed stare me in the face Karma wasted, life's been a bitch I played with jokers, never an ace barricades crossed stare me in the face And I know, I made it this … Continue reading Looking back
