I wear flowers in the buttonholethey wither away leaving a fragranceto work as an appliqueto conceal un-darned, damaged fabricof my once celebrated existence I wear smiles to ease interactionsbut the bobbin that held me togetherseems to be running out of threadfresh supplies have dried upin absence of meaningful contacts I will accept my place in … Continue reading Outrun
shared space, shared smilesmats, cushions are welcome relieffrom cold intimacy of white tilesEnjoy; our camaraderie is brief soon we’ll go fighting againcompeting for the sofa or bedMom, please don’t feel so drainedRelax; you don’t have to see red We pulled out napkins from the ringsand half the filling from cute soft toysBut we always make … Continue reading Eleven
eclectic choicewinners rejoicecompliments raisethe bar being the hostis no mean featit takes time and spaceto coordinate A Sijo sproutsfrom chaosin and outof creative corridors I lost count, but-Skeptically yoursDavid keeps scoreand opens the door It is Wednesday againPoems will rainWagons build a trainon W3 terrain W3 Prompt #188
Neither man nor beast,by day or by night,no weapon nor bombcould end his reign. A wish fulfilledgranted by an anti-god,penance twisted, purpose obscene,insanity made divine. The monster lived with no fear of Death. Then from a stone pillar emerged a creature:half-man, half-beast, at twilight’s edge.Claws like razors,sharp enough to strip life from sin itself. And … Continue reading Narasimha (Man-Lion)
Numbers measure my days,the clock ticks, calendars get spentthe steps I count to the market.They help me make sense of life,each digit a rung on the laddertoward meaning. Yet infinity waits,a horizon I cannot touch,a silence beyond calculation. So I compare, because comparison is comfort:my 8 against the neighbor's 6,a small victory, a proof that … Continue reading Make Sense of Life
Bless the world for beingunprepared for mebut holding paths and options for me to chooseactivating brain cellsto choose, work and play Bless the Maker of Worldsunequal, unjustwe dug inwards to define identity,face the world on our termsfight for our deemed rights Bless all imperfectionsto keep us alivekicking existence to carry us afarno taking for grantedall … Continue reading Entitled? No…
The banyan trees lean wide, their roots whispering into sidewalks,while gulmohur petals scatter like forgotten notes of a poet’s song. In quiet cafés, pens scratch, keyboards matchvoices rise in debatewriters, painters, dreamersstitching together the city’s pulse. Once, it was a place of rest,retired afternoons, drifting in gardens,the hush of old bungalowswhere time slowed to a … Continue reading So, this is Pune…
The house rose without my aid,I rolled from the truck that was homekicked along by indifferent feet,never a place to call my own. A cute dog sniffed, then swallowed me“Calcium deficient,” the neighbours said.I churned inside his stormy tummy,till bile returned me to the street. the dog walks bound in a muzzle,still searching for a … Continue reading Pebble
we seenarratives of lightassume a storydesign historythose who lived thenabsorbed it and leftnever to return facts migrate-we celebrateor denigrateresidue of imaginationor vested interests-bury old storiesfor you don’t have optionsor power of visualization write new taleson white sheetsun-silhouetted bypeace and positivity change perspectiveschange the prospectsthe future will thank youin retrospectif they see yourpositive intent light changes-surfaces … Continue reading Narratives
The car—at the door.Headlights breathing.Suitcase— packed,swollen with departure. Her hand—on the knob.Not turning.Not yet. Fear— unnamed,a shadow without face,presses against her ribs. She almost— steps.She almost— goes.But the pivot—fractures. The moment— slips.The car hums away,its promise dissolving into night. She stays. Rooted. Silent.Bound not by chains,but by the ghost of a choicenever made. Poetics at … Continue reading Fractured Pivot
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