Dear MeWish we could connectdecades agoacross timeI’d have let you in onthings you did not know,helped you reach better decisions.So that I, today….Could have lived in peace Poetics - for the love of letters
I to Me
Freedom
When a memory looms larger than the person or incident, it is time to identify the parts within you that hurt. The cure lies within me, when I expend energy in apportioning blame. I thank fate for the comfort and softness of the quilt as thoughts of cold enmity freeze my brain. Will I, can … Continue reading Freedom
Pomegranate Kofta
mash potatoes, mix bread and cheesespice it up, stuff pomegranate seedsshape a cutlet on an oiled palmroll it in breadcrumbsconsign it to hellof smoking hot oil watch the golden orbemerge from hellbe dunked in gravyonion, cashew, spiceand all flavours nicelaced with manna from heavenpomegranate juice it takes its place on the tablebecomes the hostess’s prideit’s … Continue reading Pomegranate Kofta
Rebellion
He moonwalksto keep the crowds engagedputting up a grand showunder intense pressurewhen walking straightis not an option for himbut no one knows He jaywalksto express hidden angstand becomesa target for criticism Rebellion has deep roots Quadrille #189
Twist of Mystery
Going far, going farInto a brave new worldCarrying the gist of meAnd my memoryTo be valued or discardedAs scraps of history Going far, going farOrwellian documentationof phenomenal imaginationsurpassed by the real worldchallenged by the Future-laughable limitations Going far, going farwhere the terms have changedI discard history, memoryto invent a new metill I un-see my old … Continue reading Twist of Mystery
Thaw the Blues
The holiday resort boasts of having a frozen chamber – in a country that sees snow only on mountain peaks. Her boisterous teenagers come out with shades of blue on their skin. It has been a tough battle keeping them in. Yes, snow would be the easy way out, even if it was artificial. “Mom, … Continue reading Thaw the Blues
On a writer’s grave
I look around for a wandering soulincomplete dreams; life not so wholeI offer silent tears; hoping he hearsPeople stood for him; he was not alone He put life on the line to achieve a goalsentenced to death for a rebel’s roleHe stood for freedom; but a neo-monarchyaccused him of treacherous anarchy He was a writer; … Continue reading On a writer’s grave
1984
the year came and passedsilentlynothing untoward happenedbut it raked up memoriesof a novelist who paintedstories of horroron walls of non-existent cities Halloween looks like child’s playAll the moreWhen AI makes inroadssurpassing imaginationof a dead novelist Did he redefine controlinspire the maniacsto unleash terrorcloaked as technology? His words still play heavyOn mindsAs sequels are writtenBook publishedIn … Continue reading 1984
Undaunted
window of hopeleading to a roomwhere spring livesundaunted by fallwhere inmates knowthey will recreatewhatever is lost temple of confidenceleading to godswho make you look upno heads bowed downhands that stretchto pluck the stars Quadrille at dVerse Photo Challenge at MLMM
You don’t own the Earth
What makes you think you own the Earthwhen you cannot establish your worthwithout mindless tools of destructionHow dare you talk about resurrectionof a faded flag, past blunders, a lost pridewhen heads hung in shame, egos collidefrom dark, unknown eras you did not existopen your eyes; discard stories; clear the mist what makes you transgress boundariesfrom … Continue reading You don’t own the Earth
