separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/07/quadrille-111-whats-that-rustling-in-the-eaves/
Yes, I’ll be around when you look down wasting a life for a clown I was never taught to value myself no self-respect just a madness … and going down, down watching escalators carry your smartness your ego ballooning assessing, measuring distance between us forever increasing no self respect just a madness…. And going down, … Continue reading Just down, down….
observechurning within-all that takes me acrossice blue coolness of horizons-segue https://scvincent.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/
100WW I never knew nights come alive Is it just your presence, my friend? something brings out an inner glow sand grains explode with passion I know, it takes a certain conviction…. Something brings out the inner glow Optimism lights nights ahead I know, it takes a certain conviction to overcome obstacles laid Optimism lights … Continue reading Nights come alive
There is a peculiar Indian term "wheatish complexion" used for medium skin tones. This poem is about a father's hopes for his bright daughter, who does not rank high on the 'light skin' scales. Her smiles lovelier than flowers in full bloom brighten my day more than the sun her almond eyes twinkle with mirth, … Continue reading Medium
Denying his hollowness he looks for people who engage with inane stuff say ‘you’re great’. Failing to find a purpose in life he averts eyes from real inner problems. He loves worlds Which echo escapism “Bumming around, eh? Wish I was in your place…” https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/24/quadrille-110-shall-we-bum-around-a-bit/
I struggled I strived burnt midnight oil binged on knowledge be they books webinars or value-adding conversations I battled Scarcity of time to gather thoughts process write publish I tapped inner resources dug canals pathways for expression became a medium for thought energy to flow effortlessly -all done to make an impact -and then I … Continue reading Impact
ink blots on pages of time changing colours teasing in mutant shapes telling stories which are not mine the pen between my fingers asks what to write… A newspaper column A lightning ghazal or truth inscribed on stone? It’s all meaningless after my name Is wiped out colors, shapes of inkblots hidden tales will all … Continue reading Inkblots
silhouetted shapes avert eyes change shape throw pointers to different directions never let me know what lies behind conniving fingers misleading signals proclaimed intent It takes a while to cut through their pervasive presence but it’s only smoke which I overestimated Finally, I breathe in clarity knowing that roads ahead are lonesome but all mine … Continue reading Shadows
tiny eyes twinkled in darkness of my psyche -innocent laughter long long after they left They laughed at my ignorance the newest fool in town they knew not where I came from my language was alien my attire strange to their limited vision Then on… I donned many colours spun new stories from my embellished … Continue reading Clowning
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