One boat, carved of memory and care,calls out across the restless air:“Waters ahead are veiled in storm,shifting shapes that break the norm.Guard your keel, hold steady, friend,lest the voyage meet its end.” The other, bright with daring flame,answers not with fear but claim:“Storms are teachers, waves are guides,truth is found where shadow hides.To sail is … Continue reading Dialogue of Two Boats
hidden—beneath a leaf’s husha shy bud averts my gaze slow breath,a tremor of green veinsinitiating life no eyes watching,yet, petals loosen the moment slips—captured in glass light a single flower,born unseen,held in my phone’ssmall screen Quadrille #241
The sun appears late, delaying dawn breakI do not wake up to see the stupefied birdsThe alarm bell will ring unmindful of the sky It won’t happen till you do it, sighs the astrologerI sharpen my pencils, but thoughts are hazyThe sun appears late, delaying dawn break My internal compass brooks no outside referenceI rely … Continue reading Waiting for the Muse
The source text is an excerpt from the book "The Light We Carry" by Michelle Obama. Document enclosed. The Light We Carry - an excerptDownload ERASURE POEM P.S. The words in italics are added for effect. W3 Prompt #197
The past stares backlike a portraitfrozen on outdated canvasdisconnected with the rhythm of timeand all the waves that consumed uslike tsunamisimposing changecompelling us to refreshand grow the portrait lies faded on the shorewith peeling paintdysmorphed elegancewishing to be submergedin oceanic depthsand letting ships of changefloat over it The canvasburdened with obsolescenceawaits dismantling of threadsto weave … Continue reading Relevance
the mortgage on individualityand conscienceends todayI step out in the fresh air-alone-independent stern looksfail to pierce my armor-they expect me to besuitably gloomyfor bereavement What do I mournbereft of bondagerole-playingand suffocation? Weekend Writing Prompt #453
I remember how expressions changed whenI expressed an opinion-non-aligned-unconventional I remember how they squirmed whenreminded of their irrelevance-non-contribution-unfairness I remember how doors were slammed shutbefore I knewI couldn’t squeeze in my irregular shapeand the size of my IQinto preconceived boxesthey treasured and preserved for decades-boxes with magic mirrorsthat made them look goodbut switched rolesif a … Continue reading I will remember
I sleep under cloudsthose oppressive momentsreturn in different shapesdifferent stories withthe same charactersand labyrinthine trapsI can’tescape Each path returnsto the same spotwhere cruelty smirksThe alarm rings-releases mefrom the darknessof my subconscious-to face the dawnto place my lifein fertile soilto blossomafresh Poetics - Dream Interpretations
Marijuana, a mask of smoke,but the scions wander deepertheir arteries lit with excess,their laughter a mockeryof their existence.Goals never setthey are on undefined trips-a carnival of waste,where silence remembers what they forget-the emptiness beneath indulgence. Quadrille #240
The chosen poem is from a book "All We Have" by Sarabjeet Garcha. THE CABREZA From where should we look to taste the whole truth?Every move is yet another enterprise in futilityLike stones sunk in rivers we wait to become lightLike flickers dreamt by someone not on earth or even outside All We Have … … Continue reading Flickers of a Conscience – Glosa
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