glass wingsstained with blue paintbalance natural lightdangling between the sky and art'svisionbutterflies pause for a brief breakflowers on window sillsbloom with a smileWelcome Poetics: A Tale of Two Images
True Blue
Sky in Transit
I pull my pet away as she proceeds to smell soggy leaves after the first monsoon shower, and keep her on the concrete path. The people who vouch for walking barefoot on grass or sand have their feet clad in shoes. I wonder what has gone down with the dust into wet soil, and what … Continue reading Sky in Transit
The Straggler Daisy
The calendar says Sundayonly an intern hanging aroundno doctors will visitthe tubes look relaxedwanting to leave me I stop looking at the white ceilingwith trapped yellow lightsand whirring white fansand look out of the windowA bed on this corner is a boon,but I don’t rememberwhen I stopped counting good A tiny Straggler Daisyhas found its … Continue reading The Straggler Daisy
Un-mything
opinionated missilesstrike the mirror hardcrack it opento un-mythlies there’s no hidden enemy-a bunch of mercurial storiesI was told about myselfstare back I just cross overInvisible thresholdsto find myselfand there’s no turning backever after Quadrille #250 - Mything Poems
Dancing Demons
I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness norsolitudethose shadows dance around my handsscream in my earscall it sarcasm or criticismthey cross boundaries all the time I hit the air with a closed fistchop a tomato to see it bleedpromise the shadows a rendezvousdisguised as an animalcompressed as a virusempowered as a weaponto watch them writhe in … Continue reading Dancing Demons
A Point of No Return
The spirituality of climbing up a mountain often overpowers the physical discomfort. I touch earth, yet am detached from the plains I have grown up on. I inch closer to the sky, and am compelled to shed rooted parts of myself that limited my view. I see the world in a totally different light. I … Continue reading A Point of No Return
No Tooting
It’s an honourThe stratosphere invitesto share its secrets-I’m the chosen one. I enjoy the peakPity lesser beings;-thenexpectations tug at the baseI need to act a certain way Devil’s Horns penetrate the psycheI’m not myself any more Quadrille #249
Let them, let me …
Let them hold on to their beliefs about meLet me evolve quietly, beyond their reach Let them salvage their egos by blamingLet me live with my truth, without naming Let them find relevance in limited thoughtLet me break ceilings, bring opinions to nought Let them speak free in lanes and townhallsLet my silence invite the … Continue reading Let them, let me …
Watery reflections
I will rememberwhat the water gave mewithout drenching me to the bones-secrets of transparency-blocks in fluency-the highs of storiesin ocean depthsinvisible, but approachableif someone dives deep enough-reflections of the skycreating wistfulness That boat on the horizonpromises a journey to unknown worldsyet keeps sailing out of reachas if it has lost its compass Water made me … Continue reading Watery reflections
Intent matters
intent matterswhen you hold me up to the worldTrust shatterswith the littlest sleight of hand I know the differencebetween stardom in the skyand being a puppethelpless in the stratosphere What is closenessif not a gamble,a wager on tendernessagainst the weight of change? I’ll let go of your handbefore the crack widensshed flowers in springbut let … Continue reading Intent matters
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