Hunger gnaws at Oliver’s ribs, a silent tyrant shaping childhood’s plea. It mutates. Leaders gorge on power, their banquet of greed eclipsing bread. Yet hunger, whether for crust or crown, reveals the abyss within desire’s endless reach. You want some more, wherever you are. Quadrille at dVerse - Q242
What happens to unanswered questions?Do they keep seeking perfectionor mutate to fit available answers? Whose expertise will they seek?-the thinker who waits in silence,or the know-it-allwho stitches fragmentsinto makeshift truths?.Do they hang like forgotten masksin the attic of the mind,waiting for a facebold enough to wear their silence? Will you run to escape questionsOr chase … Continue reading Unanswered Questions
Women pride themselves on being more intuitive than men. Then I read somewhere that they actually have strong lateral vision. It helps them capture expressions before people can resume ‘on guard’ looks. I sustain my innermost core on books and art. What would I do without vision? How will it affect my relationship with the … Continue reading Sensory
hidden—beneath a leaf’s husha shy bud averts my gaze slow breath,a tremor of green veinsinitiating life no eyes watching,yet, petals loosen the moment slips—captured in glass light a single flower,born unseen,held in my phone’ssmall screen Quadrille #241
The sun appears late, delaying dawn breakI do not wake up to see the stupefied birdsThe alarm bell will ring unmindful of the sky It won’t happen till you do it, sighs the astrologerI sharpen my pencils, but thoughts are hazyThe sun appears late, delaying dawn break My internal compass brooks no outside referenceI rely … Continue reading Waiting for the Muse
The past stares backlike a portraitfrozen on outdated canvasdisconnected with the rhythm of timeand all the waves that consumed uslike tsunamisimposing changecompelling us to refreshand grow the portrait lies faded on the shorewith peeling paintdysmorphed elegancewishing to be submergedin oceanic depthsand letting ships of changefloat over it The canvasburdened with obsolescenceawaits dismantling of threadsto weave … Continue reading Relevance
I remember how expressions changed whenI expressed an opinion-non-aligned-unconventional I remember how they squirmed whenreminded of their irrelevance-non-contribution-unfairness I remember how doors were slammed shutbefore I knewI couldn’t squeeze in my irregular shapeand the size of my IQinto preconceived boxesthey treasured and preserved for decades-boxes with magic mirrorsthat made them look goodbut switched rolesif a … Continue reading I will remember
I sleep under cloudsthose oppressive momentsreturn in different shapesdifferent stories withthe same charactersand labyrinthine trapsI can’tescape Each path returnsto the same spotwhere cruelty smirksThe alarm rings-releases mefrom the darknessof my subconscious-to face the dawnto place my lifein fertile soilto blossomafresh Poetics - Dream Interpretations
Marijuana, a mask of smoke,but the scions wander deepertheir arteries lit with excess,their laughter a mockeryof their existence.Goals never setthey are on undefined trips-a carnival of waste,where silence remembers what they forget-the emptiness beneath indulgence. Quadrille #240
The chosen poem is from a book "All We Have" by Sarabjeet Garcha. THE CABREZA From where should we look to taste the whole truth?Every move is yet another enterprise in futilityLike stones sunk in rivers we wait to become lightLike flickers dreamt by someone not on earth or even outside All We Have … … Continue reading Flickers of a Conscience – Glosa
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