The gentle rays of dawn light up the world nudging and moving the wheel of life. The darkness behind the rock wistfully imagines transparency wanting to partake in the feast on the other side of existence. Light -- so near, and yet so far opacity blocks vision and thought Heavy -- the hand … Continue reading Opacity
You walked all over me in your rush to fame and I put up a brave face playing an ace game. I supported all that you did image projections and fake acts. Inside the bags of my mind lay safe all your cats. We got rave reviews with my mask of the mature … Continue reading The cat’s out
I watch my life from a cliff up there. It moves in unplanned directions out of synch with what I think. Yet, our existence is so inextricably linked. Our connectedness inspires poets and philosophers. Is it love or hate Or what seers call fate? Confusing and temperamental is my partner’s wild gait. … Continue reading Life and I
This game of playing around with words, and recasting or recreating a piece into something else, has never ceased to fascinate me. The new piece has a bit of me in it, though not a single word has been added. I manage to give it a little of my spirit. I am missing White Out Wednesdays … Continue reading Erasure Poetry – I am
I rise like the Phoenix only to die again several times. Images rule but mirrors are obsolete. My form melts To create several new shapes until I do not recognize myself. Vision is a relic of the past fluidity, the new concrete. I saw influence giving way to manipulation and diplomacy … Continue reading Is that me?
Springing out of my wretched existence was all I needed to live. The negativity sprung out before I did then, repressed thoughts and imposed ideals The mirror image mocked authenticity, as the borrowed garbs lay bare. Was it too late To discover my Self? (44 words) For Quadrille #28 at dVerse … Continue reading Discovery
Words are tools of expression, but oh, so limited. They need to be learned and cannot break the barriers of language dialect, accent and culture. My body speaks just what I think, no more, no less. I can speak to animals and humans alike. I love, I care, I look, I stare. Yet, … Continue reading Words
The works of art that speak to you have a soul. The words that reverberate for aeons have a soul. The acts that touch you or hurt you drive your soul. The creator’s part that is given to the creation is a slice of his soul. Your body is a tool … Continue reading Soul
If all the world And truth Be thy love … But Time Becometh Dumb Of cares to come Fade, Wayward Winter, Fancy’s Spring, Sorrow’s Fall Soon wither, soon forgotten In folly ripe, in reason rotten. All these in me No means can move But could my mind move To live with thee, … Continue reading (Un)Seasoned Love
The white lies I spoke, dear Were only a ruse To arouse your ire. Your aloofness often made me wonder if you really cared about me. I still dig your memories unaware of the fact if I was loved in return. I have preserved carefully an image of you which is not real, but spurs … Continue reading Cherished Illusion
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