It’s an honourThe stratosphere invitesto share its secrets-I’m the chosen one. I enjoy the peakPity lesser beings;-thenexpectations tug at the baseI need to act a certain way Devil’s Horns penetrate the psycheI’m not myself any more Quadrille #249
The million suns that I birthedwith my transparencyleave meas dusk gathers on the horizonand the Moon jostles for spacewith the starsto be scatteredseen and felt I am the platformthat multiplies visibilityI let the sky overcomelimitations of intangibilityand touch worlds beyond horizonswith a fractal presence the joy of being transformedwith insights is all minethe worlds that … Continue reading A Million Suns
Let them hold on to their beliefs about meLet me evolve quietly, beyond their reach Let them salvage their egos by blamingLet me live with my truth, without naming Let them find relevance in limited thoughtLet me break ceilings, bring opinions to nought Let them speak free in lanes and townhallsLet my silence invite the … Continue reading Let them, let me …
stairways of desire, Ferrari-led dreams,maps traversed by wheels and wingseach step a pulse of motion,each passage a door unlatched. And yet— in the backyard of sunlight,smiles bloom like budding stars,reminding me:every step was an achievement,every choice a completed orbit. No regrets,only the quiet refusal to retrace the path already sung. Screenshot What Do You See … Continue reading Forward
I will rememberwhat the water gave mewithout drenching me to the bones-secrets of transparency-blocks in fluency-the highs of storiesin ocean depthsinvisible, but approachableif someone dives deep enough-reflections of the skycreating wistfulness That boat on the horizonpromises a journey to unknown worldsyet keeps sailing out of reachas if it has lost its compass Water made me … Continue reading Watery reflections
intent matterswhen you hold me up to the worldTrust shatterswith the littlest sleight of hand I know the differencebetween stardom in the skyand being a puppethelpless in the stratosphere What is closenessif not a gamble,a wager on tendernessagainst the weight of change? I’ll let go of your handbefore the crack widensshed flowers in springbut let … Continue reading Intent matters
Whispers ignite in hidden halls,sparks of dissent gather,a thunderstorm swelling in the ranks. No lightning of tyranny can silence this roarvoices surge, speaking the truthfracturing chains,rolling over the soil of fear. Autocracy trembles, its fortress undone,as rebellion rains justice,storming toward dawn,where freedom breathes;humanity wins Weekend Writing Party #468
wrapping up the past exhausts meit’s so physicalold diaries, letters,framed picturesalbums in black and whitecollege marksheetsthe gift from my grandfathermy mother’s belongingsold, but expensive clothesI can’t fit into now the future invitesbeing so lighteverything compacted on a devicebudgets, retirement plans,a few appsitems in shopping cartsAI headshotsdrafts and outlines of booksthat live in my headword soups … Continue reading Digital is Spiritual
metal twisted into shapesframed in concrete structurescovered with woven fabricsor glass in varying degreesof transparency It questions its purposeto filter and fragment views-yet let fresh air into bathe stagnant dust all the while being stuckdeprived of willpoweror locomotive abilityit invites the sun and rainto wash, to burnto ask for pathwaysinto inside worlds W3 Prompt #211
fragments of hope and dreamsstitched together in a patterndesigned to vocaliseall that was left unsaidstructured to open windowsthat let breathetexturised to give a viewof the world outsidenot wholebut just enough to createsome more patterns Fabric of the psycheA silent spongeDrinks perspectivesreshaping itselfinto imprintsbut remainsporous to hope,dreaming new skies. Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says The Met … Continue reading Porosity
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