They are such a boonThey will sway to your tune Let teachers mingle with the taughtLet them align with your thoughtsWalk with them, but trust them notPromise them the stars, sun and moon They are such a boonThey will sway to your tune Divergence in a chorus is crimeThey don’t have to speak, just mimeFeed … Continue reading Power Play
Shed fears like you shed clothes. I’m compelled to be a sharkto protect myself from a whaleand nibble on baby crocodilesThey swallow smaller fish;Their bellies are notwhere I want to be We sail in the same boatof self-defence Quadrille at dVerse
celebrations of existencereminders of eventspast calls on whose logical insistencewhich cause led to effectsrise, falls clutches of guilt, mind's resistancecontradict freedom factsstand tall hold pure joy; let go of distanceencourage soul connectslife's scrawl MTB at dVerse
My mother tells me I narrowly escaped death during birth. The hospital's power supply inexplicably switched off, and the doctors panicked. When the lights came on, they had a baby in their hands, blinking to adjust to the bright theatre lights. They declared me a miracle. But it did nothing to prevent future woes. I … Continue reading Nocturnal Horror
I tasted the future when someone said,“Tell her she must play by the rules.”I spat out bitterness, turned around—and watched sweet expectationsseal door after door. The trap was humming hope. I saw blinding noise.Each day, I battled rising expectations,a life of running from pillar to post,never sure if ogres lurked in the officeor wore familiar … Continue reading Shadow Walk
Mythology frustrates me-if gods and demons could swap masks at willWhat is “divine” but a lie rehearsed in temples,What is “evil” but a trick of better lighting?Impossible was fiction, like infinitymiracles forged in molten deceit,betrayals spun into prophecies,history rewritten in the ink of illusion. AI clones echo in a hall of mirrors,make me long to … Continue reading The Point of No Return
It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees. It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul. The … Continue reading Why complain?
she cracks upto watch him floatingin dark stormswearing starsto meet Bliss beyond the skieshorizons defined OLN at dVerse
He kept breathing ambition,walking, and then sprintingpropelled by a quest for victory A turnaround calledbut fell on deaf ears-obsession quelledcuriosity He reached the finishing line,but he was not the firsttrampled roads mockedthose who were therelooked defeatedHe wondered why… Not knowing that at the moment,he overlookedthe turnaroundIt was his moment of defeatfor he missed outon better … Continue reading Triumph and Defeat
I want to pluck it outThe maverick, honest gene in meThe world around me revolvesanti-clockwise……Dizzy, I wonderIf I’ve been doing it wrongall along My way is not the highway.My conscience is not the gatekeeper.I’m an anachronism Quadrille #226
