Readthe right stuffupdate your thoughts write the wrongsexpel from your bloodwhere do you think“expletives” come from? jump so highyou can’t stop yourselffrom falling or flyingchoose the landingcatch grounding instinctsfloating mid-airbereft of meaning Lead! Quadrille Monday
closed doors mock my decisionsYou are blockedscreams every entrance-angry paths locked beyondswear silentlynot cuss wordsbut indifference those were not decisionsjust an escapefrom the unbearablebaggage on my back neither you nor mewere travellers with a mapnot burning with ambitionnot rowing a boatnot on the driving seatjust coasting alongwishing on stars what stares back at us todaynot … Continue reading Doors Shut
Evolution thrives on this paradox: honoring origins, while breaking free to survive.
In Rousseau’s painted jungle,a rabbit sat quietly,his fur brushed by the artist’s dream.Collectors gathered,their eyes glittering with hungerfor ownership, not understanding. The auctioneer raised his gavel,and the rabbit found a voice:“These carrots are false,these leaves are shadows.Do not feed me illusions,for I am alive in truth.” The hall trembled with laughter.“Paintings do not speak,” they … Continue reading Say No to Fake
I will meet life at a pointwhere I finally embracemyselflike a new acquaintancesans preconceived notionswithout a carefor public opinionor a legacy-yet the footprintswill speak louderthan those squeaky shoesI discarded in a previous version Quadrille Monday at dVerse
lava on streets flows in serpentine feethistory unpacked from volcanoes; unread shots fired in the air, tear hearts of starswake up slumbering gods in cosy beds distribution of power, splayed by bullet showermetal runs the world; dense forests fall dead the rage of souls ignited by towering holesflows incessantly; knows not where it is led … Continue reading Dehydrated
These I have loveddroplets from the sky falling on my facesteam rising from a coffee mugthe aroma of cheese on a pizza slicearomatics in boiling water on the stovethe petal of a rose that falls on my handpuppies on the balcony watching rainquieter than usual; lost in thoughtsthey cast an absent-minded glance at mewag their … Continue reading What lends meaning to life
I am not beyond your reach, but reaching me takes tremendous willpower. Things look different from here. The aerial view gives me access to a lot more than the reach of your imagination. I can see your different masks, different acts and the reasons for limited perspectives. The secrets of the earth and oceans travel … Continue reading I am ….
5000 steps leading to a templestreams of pilgrims crawling up like antsbags of fear on broken backssteered by hopes of a miracle rocky terrains beneath tired feetcottony clouds reading thoughtsI’m tempted to ask the Goddessto descend from assumed heightsmeet believers and negotiateterms of contractspelt in red threads-wishes tied on wavering branches I’m sure she wants … Continue reading Pilgrimage Reversed
one actone million opinionsmeshed mindsetsclashing versionsfloating on virtual cloudsraining on realityLife chokes one poemone imaginationweaving metaphorsoxygen for spiritlyrics reverberatea note resonatesLife breaths one lensone worldmind, body, soulunified wholefolding inwardsto protectLife’s reasons MTB: Ars Poetica
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