violence dripping fromspeech, visualsmedia reportsvenomous wordsmental abuse-collects in poolsaround your feetobstructing movement you drag yourselflooking for a boatbut the boatman’s oarsare knives and swordsthe sky grows darkerthe clouds speak to youbut refuse to rain all that you see and senseis not a fraction ofthe violence within-unexpressed hatredbehind civilised masks-simmering resentmentin tears held back-awaiting revengeIn this … Continue reading Dark Thoughts
We protest against perceived injusticeWe protest against ourselvesfor not protesting earlier,letting it alltake over your lifeperceived failuresgnaw at your core …then one daywe stop protestingand reclaim ourselvesbeyond this pointwe are the only onesaccountable Quadrille #354
vulgarity being broadcastocean currents deflect the mastjammed headend responses jump out of a boxno one sees invisible lockshold headstalls the loudest voices dominatevested interests kill, berateheadworkers conspiracy theory setsimpose fears, identity threatsheadachy emptiness hunts for parking spacejump headlong into hatred raceheadshrinkers MTB: Compounding the Stem
once in a lifetimeyou will turn back and lookat the footprints of bleeding feetwith volcanoes threatening to burstinside you; and you will know it has beena long way. It is time to chuck it alllike a traveller does, in absence of return faresettle down in the shade, to be cooland invisible once in a lifetimethe … Continue reading Once in a lifetime
Slogans are designed to make an emotional appeal. The slogans I heard in my student days reverberated in my mind for decades, especially the one that said: “Justice Delayed, Justice Denied.” I look back at the events in life and feel that certain things happened, but not at the right time. The power that wrote … Continue reading Going with the Flow
The clouds refuse to partthe sun is under siegethis eclipse - supposed to be a gatewayfor authenticity to emerge on the other sideseems eclipsed by the real world screens screampolitical opinions loom largeon sanity The Indian Meteorological Departmenthoused in a brick-and-mortar officeclose to where I livefails to capture signals ortell why the weather is still … Continue reading The Solar Eclipse
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
