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
the cat languishingunder the treearouses envythe birds flying overheadtweet calls for freedomthe sun sneersthreatening to withdrawunappreciated, unutilisedgenerosity it is no mean featto stay enveloped in darknessblame the world for your plightturn off all sources of lightwallow in self-pitydenigrate cheerhold what’s dearso tightthat they startfighting for their right it was not a sunny daywhen you arrived-gloom … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 1
A breakfast of Aloo Tikki and Halwa feels heavy after the festivities, but the New Year also needed a traditional start. I brood on the pulls between the past and future that we often experience. This morning is no different. I try to recall my thoughts on the first of January through the decades spent … Continue reading Connectors
Don’t wake upby aerosonic boomsor imagine bombingsomewhere therebad weather causessnowing on television screensworld news not interrupted Tomorrow morningsnow people into believingit was a bad dreamWar happensonly when a victorycan fetch votesnot otherwise Quadrille #191 at dVerse
The darkest nights redefine our relationship with light. The coldest months rebuild longing for warmth. I looked forward to the concert with great enthusiasm, and my companions were what I called my comfort zone. Dressed to the hilt, we took our seats in the auditorium. As someone tested the mic, we looked around for elements … Continue reading The Auditorium
she swears aggression when she just asserts, she is blamedfor being aggressive a rose by any name smells as sweetonly if you dissolve your identityunderplay other aspects putrid patriarchynormalizes mental abusefragrance struggles to make itself felt condescending approachnot forgiven; not forgotten she swears revenge MTB: Cherishing the Cherita
generation beginswhen I need to give morethan I receivedor did not receive inside mills churnsqueeze out all resourcesin the processmaking space to grow Poetics: It's a Given at dVerse
capturing a mindset on pagescelebrating or denigrating itleaving it open with questionstakes a piece of the writer with it a sketch takes perspectivesof the artist -yetviralityis a clickon transient screenslike shapeless splashes of inkon time Quadrille #190
