once in a lifetimeyou will turn back and lookat the footprints of bleeding feetwith volcanoes threatening to burstinside you; and you will know it has beena long way. It is time to chuck it alllike a traveller does, in absence of return faresettle down in the shade, to be cooland invisible once in a lifetimethe … Continue reading Once in a lifetime
I wincemy truth is underplayedmy honesty suspectedfor I happen to bea storyteller stories are pixelated truthfragments of thoughtsfloating through humanity And if my words are shadows on the wall,is it deception—or the only way to touch the light? OLN #413
I love chocolate truffle cake-yet I drive a knifedeep into its hearttill it bleeds brownand mouths droolto taste the latest version the names spelt in sugardo not always evokesweet memories-mindlesslyI pierce creamy layersin search of a sensationon the tongueephemeral; yet desirable I count the engagementon social media postsannual ritualsof remembranceall those emojiswith folded hands and … Continue reading Calendar Efficiency
The clouds refuse to partthe sun is under siegethis eclipse - supposed to be a gatewayfor authenticity to emerge on the other sideseems eclipsed by the real world screens screampolitical opinions loom largeon sanity The Indian Meteorological Departmenthoused in a brick-and-mortar officeclose to where I livefails to capture signals ortell why the weather is still … Continue reading The Solar Eclipse
Readthe right stuffupdate your thoughts write the wrongsexpel from your bloodwhere do you think“expletives” come from? jump so highyou can’t stop yourselffrom falling or flyingchoose the landingcatch grounding instinctsfloating mid-airbereft of meaning Lead! Quadrille Monday
closed doors mock my decisionsYou are blockedscreams every entrance-angry paths locked beyondswear silentlynot cuss wordsbut indifference those were not decisionsjust an escapefrom the unbearablebaggage on my back neither you nor mewere travellers with a mapnot burning with ambitionnot rowing a boatnot on the driving seatjust coasting alongwishing on stars what stares back at us todaynot … Continue reading Doors Shut
Whatever became of Sir Swellimpedeedoo?He breathed his last on a visit to the zooSocial networks published the newsA few turned up for his last viewEverybody who was somebody attended too He didn’t do good to anyone but himselfNor did he cut out incompetent croniesThis much is true!Everybody who was somebody long agoturned up to see … Continue reading Sir Swollen Ego, sorry Swellimpedidoo
In Rousseau’s painted jungle,a rabbit sat quietly,his fur brushed by the artist’s dream.Collectors gathered,their eyes glittering with hungerfor ownership, not understanding. The auctioneer raised his gavel,and the rabbit found a voice:“These carrots are false,these leaves are shadows.Do not feed me illusions,for I am alive in truth.” The hall trembled with laughter.“Paintings do not speak,” they … Continue reading Say No to Fake
I will meet life at a pointwhere I finally embracemyselflike a new acquaintancesans preconceived notionswithout a carefor public opinionor a legacy-yet the footprintswill speak louderthan those squeaky shoesI discarded in a previous version Quadrille Monday at dVerse
peacecarriesmuch turmoilbeneath benches-stories left behindthose who shed unseen skinsto carve new identitiesor leave the world on a voyageto unseen spaces - they shared somethingwith the trees and grass here -soul impressions What Do You See #351
