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
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
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 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
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
