These I have loveddroplets from the sky falling on my facesteam rising from a coffee mugthe aroma of cheese on a pizza slicearomatics in boiling water on the stovethe petal of a rose that falls on my handpuppies on the balcony watching rainquieter than usual; lost in thoughtsthey cast an absent-minded glance at mewag their … Continue reading What lends meaning to life
5000 steps leading to a templestreams of pilgrims crawling up like antsbags of fear on broken backssteered by hopes of a miracle rocky terrains beneath tired feetcottony clouds reading thoughtsI’m tempted to ask the Goddessto descend from assumed heightsmeet believers and negotiateterms of contractspelt in red threads-wishes tied on wavering branches I’m sure she wants … Continue reading Pilgrimage Reversed
I change a littleeach time the wheel turnsemerge a new beingbut those shadowscontinue to hauntwith fluid, unpredictable movement I learn how to rotate the wheeland make it stopwherever, wheneverI wishto change perspectivesto project myselfin a languid, golden light the shadows disappear in the dark the wheel of timemoves somewhere elseinflicting judgmentbut-My part of the world … Continue reading Navigation
one actone million opinionsmeshed mindsetsclashing versionsfloating on virtual cloudsraining on realityLife chokes one poemone imaginationweaving metaphorsoxygen for spiritlyrics reverberatea note resonatesLife breaths one lensone worldmind, body, soulunified wholefolding inwardsto protectLife’s reasons MTB: Ars Poetica
stories written on mountain topsconcealed identities on rocksI meet sunsets, while the night waitsan evening like never before shoes squeak with collected secretsinking the sky with dark velvetI'll meet the light with new insightsa morning like never before W3 Prompt by Nancy Richy
The calendar says Sundayonly an intern hanging aroundno doctors will visitthe tubes look relaxedwanting to leave me I stop looking at the white ceilingwith trapped yellow lightsand whirring white fansand look out of the windowA bed on this corner is a boon,but I don’t rememberwhen I stopped counting good A tiny Straggler Daisyhas found its … Continue reading The Straggler Daisy
opinionated missilesstrike the mirror hardcrack it opento un-mythlies there’s no hidden enemy-a bunch of mercurial storiesI was told about myselfstare back I just cross overInvisible thresholdsto find myselfand there’s no turning backever after Quadrille #250 - Mything Poems
What it is that music is trying to say?invading every porepenetrating thoughtdirecting movementswaying the will My inhibitions never let me danceWhat is this itch in the feet?slithering through airabove the floorthat lets me standwith an identity the floor dissolvesbut I don’t sinkI rise above myselfNow I knowwhat it is that music is trying to say … Continue reading Rising above myself
I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness norsolitudethose shadows dance around my handsscream in my earscall it sarcasm or criticismthey cross boundaries all the time I hit the air with a closed fistchop a tomato to see it bleedpromise the shadows a rendezvousdisguised as an animalcompressed as a virusempowered as a weaponto watch them writhe in … Continue reading Dancing Demons
When the clouds came to meet me,I greeted them with blooms.Grey veils pressed against my horizon,heavy with silence,Yet each petal I offered was a small defiance-a whisper of colour against the blues. The storm lingered, but its weight thinned,like sorrow dissolving into memoryHope did not arrive as lightning,but as a steady clearing:a sky learning to … Continue reading When the clouds came to meet
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