turmoil speaks to me like nothing else my sharp vision penetrates a calm exterior with raging storms inside storms speak to me like nothing else ticking time bombs… will they explode to consume themselves and others? bombs speak to me like nothing else where does angst go after thunder flashes do you ignore signals of … Continue reading Turmoil
Nameless people in a house on stilts without an address The lake turns red A shadow is murdered Flowing waters the only witness waters change, time flows snow unfreezes to merge with emptiness Someone calls as oars cut through tales unheard A boatman sings voiceless anonymous… A spy’s life- fictitious infamous much maligned patriotic, self-effacing … Continue reading Tales Unheard
water is not blue it flaunts colours of sky skies are an illusion the world basks in filtered light reflections galore conclusions galore Our minds being ultimate reflectors -partial absorption changes the world and how we see it https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/11/20/weekend-writing-prompt-236-blue/
Why do I trust reflections more than shadows? Do I believe mirrors are honest? And distorting versions A game or aberration? The Sun … unabashedly self-centred focussed on its own position not mine presents me in false dimensions but is unable to fake solidity of being me. I brush aside shadows walk through the night … Continue reading Shadow or reflection?
I like ladders, but there's a snake in some squaresI've sticks and stones to beat it withbuild a house with blocks to keep me safeMy house has ladders to take me to the sky I've sticks and stones to beat it withSerpents can't pull me down in dark holesMy house has ladders to take me … Continue reading A child’s world
colors, flavours tactile inspirations aroma of good food onset of celebrations infusion of novelty in small doses keeps up excitement one smells the roses wrapped up in balls to weave creativity I know it’s all short-lived with my mortality enjoying all that I can and prepared to go I may not see next summer or … Continue reading On the move
contemplating, debating A non-existent universe I find myself floating in it feeling the meta verse shaping, imagining what would be, could be what I don’t want it to be for my own reasons to validate my theories to complete unwritten stories surreal impact of virtual avatars enchants many gullible souls to go on a trip … Continue reading Metaverse
I fight for level playgrounds on shaky earth feet trembling with underground tremors They say the earthquake never happened… It’s pure insanity… finding balance with manacled limbs fighting for rights never granted… Fair play assumes equality But I don’t live in an equal world… https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/15/quadrille-140-lets-go-to-the-fair/
If I hold a mirror to you, will you recognise yourself? You may call me disfigured, broken or ugly You may say conforming is the only way to go Will you see shades of your fractured self in me? You may call me disfigured, broken or ugly For all that is different, is alien to … Continue reading Holding a mirror
I surprise myself with my resilience I still breath in toxic ambience I wonder if brains alter with what I face jumping from manic to depressive phase I analyse what’s inaccessible see blindness, hear the inaudible Then I see shadows that follow me It’s so familiar, but that’s not me I die several deaths, but … Continue reading That’s not me
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