manifestation of divine willthrough a dance of destructionpaving way for the futurewhat’s goneneed not be mourned it could be culture, art or a virusfrozen beneath mountains of iceyou never know what pops upwhen you destroy protective layersThe sun plays its game Do we need time machinesif past, present, futurethreaten to explodein confrontation?it’s just curiositynot destinations … Continue reading Dance of miscellaneous thoughts
My Facebook post is cryptic – “The air feels heavy as if weighed down by conspiracy.” Many people comment saying it is the smog outside. I wonder if they failed to read the metaphor, or if they are in collusion with the conspirators. I feel unsafe and lonely in the prevailing scenario. One never knows … Continue reading Pollution
tomes become furniture; Kindle beckonsthe same logic runs; but digitizedwhen everyone's a publisher, who readswhat they need? small capsules normalized it may be a scam or crime; stories ruledata is a mule; tortured enoughto be politically correct; showwhat you should know; with no questions tough content factories churn out obnoxioustales; gods anxious behind perspectivesTear apart … Continue reading Hygiene
House of Lovecare its currencyHospitalityits hallmark one daya beggarspreads deceptive palmswe never refusedso borrowed to helpfell victim to usurygot driven to penury the rascal lives therewe were thrown-inevitable heartbreakchanged our pathto a once-warm homegroaning undermultiple stakes You have a rightto demean or despisebut I’ll not leta beggar in disguisedeflate, downsizeor capitalizeon generosity I’m happy being … Continue reading House of Scrooge
I dare to dreamof limitlessnessof the mindnot being able to recallwhere I kept my glasseswakes me up I dream of the right leverto change the ailing worlda pinch of realityon my ambitious armpins me down Quadrille #193 hosted at dVerse by whimsygizmo
The young lad looks aroundfascinated by the tallness of buildings;intimidated by the slickness of motionAdventure beckons;he is unsure of landing spacesbut eager to craft storieshe will tell his brethrenback home in the village crouched in a cornersmaller than the spacereserved for cattle at homehis dreams begin to crumblebut who knowsa mansion or skyscrapermay engage himas … Continue reading Aspirations
The long, dark hair and red lips are beautiful. But the extended eyeliner and lip color leaking out of the perfect bow-shaped mouth makes one feel as if she just walked out of a horror flick. Then she smiles and the aura changes. Well, it could be the makeup artist overdoing his job. Her beauty … Continue reading Wolf Meat
claustrophobic between the greys I’m sure an alien passed me by, not once but many times blazing sun evaporating wet rivers all sources of light hold a conference to discuss their future mingle with nature here; valleys exhilarate Unfastened seatbelts; willpower ready to leap Balancing weight of existence with desire to fly Do you see … Continue reading Found Poem – Last Year’s First Eleven
Blank pages are less scarythan this transparentalmost invisible creatureoccupying my thinking room I throw ink on itits super-absorbent bodyconsumes the intentthrows out wordsin jets and squirtsbut stays out of sight I want to know its nameBut silence greets meHorror…Who typed these words on my screenWhile I was away? I am but a mediumI don’t know … Continue reading Who typed this on my screen?
cherry-picked emotionsfrom oceansof experiencedevelop an identitya distinct personalityevolve into a lagoonwith properties of the wholeyet ….not whole vibrancy of a lakelies in guessingorigin of individuality-a possible metamorphosisinto somethingbetter than the whole Quadrille at dVerse
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