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
A patriarch lies therebludgeoned to death by a clubin the shape of a woman bystanders frozen in shockrecall interactions-foresee a dark future Is it a fearor a nightmare that will dissolveat dawn? A shadow steps out of homeIs that a womanhowling? petals in garlandsturn to flameslong-held concepts on fireturning to ashesbefore the incinerator shrieks.Freedom at … Continue reading Liberation
I bought a repository of thoughts-to internalisemake me wise-I fingered pages with loveburnt eyesight at midnightand yet… The wise refused to speakwith my unsteady voice-dedication discarded-devotion ignoredborrowed words jumped backinto trembling amber flames I burnt the libraryto light up my soul-nurture usurped thoughtsto blend with my own-patch up broken piecesemerge as a whole I cast … Continue reading I bought a library
imprints of fragilityyet – not so fragileephemeral beautycaptured for eternity inked on my wristare moments unlivedto complete a storyof shadows and light,of silence that speaksand echoes that fade. What Do You See #340
Down, down, down…Will I stumble upon a dreamscape,an Atlantis imagined by Ayn Rand,or descend into the deepest hellI reserve for my enemies? I land on a portal—SecondLife.com—a world once banned for tearing bonds apart.Here, estates are bought with clicks,avatars parade in haute couture,and strangers weave fragile tiesin pixelated masquerades. But is such an invention neededwhen … Continue reading Down, down, down
The first time is always special—and yet, you don’t know it, you don’t feel it in your bones.It slips in, innocuous,that “Yes” you uttered for peace, for decorum… and you begin to fall into oblivion,where your only voice is the echo of that Yes. A warning rises: “They are out for you. Stand together, for … Continue reading Mindless Yes
The tangled world belowmakes them restlessNo surrender plansYet clouds drift on white wingsacross a clear blue sky,releasing turbulence. They rain on an unsuspecting, parched Earth. Unseasonal rains, or artificial rains,in pursuit of something other than Peace,distort predictions,fracture farmers’ income. And somewhere,behind the curtain of weather,a hand unseen rewrites the scriptnot of rain, but of fate. … Continue reading Tangled World
familiarity breedslike fat blooms on rancid chocolateA bite feels like a risk-that can spark warswith rumbling soundscausing a churnnever fully understoodyet feared-or pacify addiction relationshipsneither cosy nor repulsivehands pulled awaythen heldfor photo-ops Quadrille Monday at dVerse
The line I chose is from a poem our friend Maggie wrote - The Room that Echoed Back as if each repeated idea consumeda little more spacethan it returned. My take on it in the Golden Shovel format. The theme is not the same. I've borrowed her words. Freedom for all, love and peace to … Continue reading It’s not over yet
My train of thought moves at jet speednot on parallel tracksbut all over the space words break out of neural pathwaysto seek relevance in the world.They lull me into a somnambulist statebefore I incarcerate them on a page. I wake up to find they havedisappeared into the sky-my page is blankDid a star employ themto … Continue reading Unparalleled
