Halloween is just a week away. The yellow fall foliage crackling beneath my feet wants to know about my costume. Am I going to wear my younger self or my older one to scare others? The cold nights will soon begin leading to highly misty mornings. The follies of youth have long given way to … Continue reading Autumnal Fear
pushed to borderlineswe found our thresholdsand those were beyondyour circle of thought we stretchedre-prioritizedlooked backonly to throwa piteous glance at youincarceratedin your limited thought then, once againwe looked backin gratitudefor sending uswhere we are todayway beyond your reach MTB at dVerse
who knows the core of mebroken parts held togetherwith nuts and boltsunknown to mechanicsor surgeonsX-ray machines give only a vague ideato helpless medicosfumbling around for solutions who knows my core burnswith an unsettling angstunknown to meit finds releasein works of artbut those helpless foolscall it addiction they need to redefine many termsto define medestroy their … Continue reading Core of Me
a formdisfigured with thornsready to hurt otherswith no provocation a mind and bodyconsuming itselfby venom retention consciousness unable to seepain stored in folds of memoryletting malignancy bewithout excavation kills wellnessof self and othersmutual destruction Quadrille #186 - Fold
souls are not healed by chicken soupthey need somethingchunkier than destinyfairer than creamstronger than a seasoningto differentiatebetween life and dreamand all that liesin between souls keep movingwith immeasurable forcethey touch earth againand yet againpulled by gravityquestion Karma justicewith gravitasbut receive no reply-once again, they flyin sacred spacesbetween blocksof the universe souls are immortalconsigned to cyclesof … Continue reading Not Healed by Chicken Soup
What a pity people live in dark corners while the sun and moon light up planets mechanically, with no intended recipients. You need to place yourself in the direction of light, grab it with eyes and hands and tools, store it in containers with fancy shapes, manage temperatures in specific time zones. You cannot pluck … Continue reading Limitations
A lovely façade in white and goldStep on marble – shiny and coldYou look for someone, but hear no soundForget directions for the world is roundA bird chirps outside; tiny dogs bark This hall looks like a libraryIntellect beckons; is it a sanctuary?A few empty shelves demand actionReader, welcome! thoughts need tractionto be preserved for … Continue reading Five steps to Nirvana
Chosen poem Once it was the color of saying .... by Dylan Thomas Shared on Poetics: Dead Poets Society when dreams were the stuff of imaginationromance nothing more than infatuation I walked through narrow streets; wanted to own the skyTill someone told me an air-hostess is just a waitressYou might as well be a pilotYou … Continue reading Shades of life
when eyes are still limpid poolsbut skin around them crinkleslines are experientialdon’t call them wrinkles when brushing silver strandsfrom the mink coatis a status symboldon’t let silly numberssink your magnificent boatbe happy you are still afloat Quadrille at dVerse
magnificence of thoughtengineering marvelarches over Arabian seaI pay for the ridehead bowed in reverenceto human intellect waves crashon carefully constructed pillarswanting to meethuman mindsasking for carein dealing withunderwater life I see an old mantake a long route busunable to affordthe two-way tollfor crossing sea link I wonder how manybridges are neededto cover gaping holesin God’s … Continue reading Bridging gaps
