claustrophobic between the greys I’m sure an alien passed me by, not once but many times blazing sun evaporating wet rivers all sources of light hold a conference to discuss their future mingle with nature here; valleys exhilarate Unfastened seatbelts; willpower ready to leap Balancing weight of existence with desire to fly Do you see … Continue reading Found Poem – Last Year’s First Eleven
Blank pages are less scarythan this transparentalmost invisible creatureoccupying my thinking room I throw ink on itits super-absorbent bodyconsumes the intentthrows out wordsin jets and squirtsbut stays out of sight I want to know its nameBut silence greets meHorror…Who typed these words on my screenWhile I was away? I am but a mediumI don’t know … Continue reading Who typed this on my screen?
stories have a way of repeating themselveswhen writers have relinquished all rightscharacters not only rule but change formthey write new stories disowned by authors I don’t know who these people arewhy should they do whatever they dowhy do they provoke suppressed ragewhy do they dig long-forgotten graves mere sketches in ink holding spadesis that a … Continue reading Characters and Stories
arrow signson a time machinegive me a choiceenter past, future oranother unknownundefined dimension Not sure if the arrowheadswant to guideor pierce free willNot sure if they willhit me in flightI go undergroundand find me Weekend Writing Prompt
It was a day not so brightWhen she found her inner lightShe gathered the courage to sayThis is not what makes my day impervious eyebrows raised in alarmher audacity left them less than warm“Holy fish!” fear gripped their insidesindependent thoughts cause landslides She spoke and wrote, words rained awayTheir self-righteousness drained away“What is it that … Continue reading The Plight of Starlight
I am sure, shadows retreating slowly, stealthilyI am sure, shadows retreating slowlyI am sure, shadows retreatingI am sure, shadowsI am sureI amI …. II amI am sureI am sure, ShadowsI am sure, shadows retreatingI am sure, shadows retreating slowlyI am sure, shadows retreating slowly, stealthily stealthily, slowly retreating shadows, sure am Islowly retreating shadows, sure … Continue reading Optimism – Mantras to beat the shadows
crossing overto your side of the moonI want to seewhere darkness hidesbut sunlight blocks my pathblinds me yellow I ache for reliefof the nightto crouch under constructed blanketsto sleep over demolished dreamswake up with scaleslending unique vision I see what I want to seesay what denigrates lightwanting my wordsto lacerate sanityit is no mean featto … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 2
the cat languishingunder the treearouses envythe birds flying overheadtweet calls for freedomthe sun sneersthreatening to withdrawunappreciated, unutilisedgenerosity it is no mean featto stay enveloped in darknessblame the world for your plightturn off all sources of lightwallow in self-pitydenigrate cheerhold what’s dearso tightthat they startfighting for their right it was not a sunny daywhen you arrived-gloom … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 1
a day, a month,a year, a decade,a century, an ageride on predecessors-carry bits of themlike concealed colorsof a spectrum-highlight their gold-leave imprintson transient sandknowingthe future will interpretstories as they like the intentthe actthe messagethe artmay oscillatebetween black and whiteyet a part of them remainsin universal psyche I may come back againstories buried in sand grainswill … Continue reading Eternity
the jacket had been lyingin the same spot under the treefor days now…days after he was buriedhours, minutes, momentssince she cried lastvowing not to thinkof a tormentoror his toxic airs the air was stillso much so thatmovementappeared to be a mythleaves frozenunder imagined icejust like her dreams dreams she could not abandonnow they could not … Continue reading The Jacket
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