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
The water cleansed, grime and dirt from the Past, but tiny pebbles hurt my feet bare. Stepping out to meet the Present was a respite much-needed, but the rough terrain did not much care. I looked for warmth to envelop my existence But found no companion to love and share. I walked … Continue reading Solitaire #Writephoto
I had been wanting to try this for sometime -- using the same prompt to write in various forms. Warning: This is a rather long post with eight forms/meters of poetry attempted. HAIKU Your touch sparked a thought A twist created unrest, disturbed mental health. TANKA Your touch created electric sparks in my head … Continue reading The Impact of Touch
Driving through life Immersed in her thoughts Her questions had remained unanswered For whom does hope dawn and for whom the bell rings? What was her place in their scheme of things? A wall flower, A reproductive machine With love to shower? To paint their lives With cheer and light And watch her … Continue reading For whom?
Under the tough exterior lies a lot of pain. Neanderthals deserted by civilization Denied dignity, leading to Endemic violence Raw emotions rise in the strife for survival. Bridges to progress burnt by Endless years of rebellion. Lift them out of it, Love them for their grit, Years move to centuries, unabated. Acrostic poem inspired … Continue reading Underbelly
I think, therefore, I am free. Thoughts are not expression. You cannot curtail it. Thoughts are not a body. You cannot imprison it. Thoughts are not conduct. You cannot discipline it. Thoughts are not wealth. You cannot snatch it. Thoughts are not a house. You cannot evict it. I work, therefore, I am free. … Continue reading Freedom and Feardom
