Art: Portrait of Eivind Eckbo” painted in 1914: multiple identitiesmultiple mirrorsI often forgethow to greet myself solitudea scary vacuumclueless about my valuea trophy on the shelf Art: “Portrait of Mary Alice Eckbo” painted in 1914 kaleidoscope of dreamsforces my stepI charge aheadwith multiple handsto grab destiny Poetics at dVerse
A conversation with my younger self was long overdue. Yes, I remember the teacher who said I can write, but never be a good speaker. She is dead now, and I pay homage every year on the social media post put up by her daughters. I remember that my favourite teacher once stained my picture-perfect … Continue reading Confidence
This refers to the murder of a journalist I'd never heard of, till the assassination brought many stories to light. You can read about her on Wikipedia it was the only way she knew to liveit was the only voice she spoke withbereft of veilsor diplomatic shieldsaccused of stealing laptopsshe fought extremistswith a bare pen … Continue reading Gauri Lankesh
quadrilling my way through forty-four mirrors I saw angles, shapes I’d missed before I hauled others in the hallway, to show the difference between reality and perception How it altered the world around us as narratives changed… and we faced each other as strangers…. Quadrille at dVerse
rockets of misinformationunleashedplanets jump out of orbitsperceive invadersas messengers of Godspelling doom rockets hit the Sununplanned self-immolationbut remnants of liesscattered in the universefake orbitsto house planetswho misinterpretedPower It destroys the sourceyet lets the impact remain-polluted mindsetscarrying imprintsof what ceased to existmemories ago Power and Illusionshake handsit’s their best kept secretso far … butnot so good … Continue reading Power and Illusion
flummoxed byunexpected endingsI walked overnew beginnings moods dominated.by darknessoften forgetmagic of dawn something you left behindoutlived its relevancewhat’s yet to begincarries significance sky is an illusionpushing youto touch the unknown silent stars below youstruggle to speakto changeline of visiontell youyou’ve already risenabove destinations they don’t stop youfrom flying highbut just acknowledgetargets reachedor those that came … Continue reading Don’t stop, just acknowledge
"I’m afraid, Your Honour, the defendant has developed brain fog. We need to re-verify all data provided including his date and place of birth and places in which he lived." "That’s an unusual request, Mr. Prosecutor…" "Yes, because the case is unusual. Mr. Xerxes claims that he has never visited London. He is unable to … Continue reading Identity Theft
The mirror laughs; it’s only meNot touching real with a barge poleEternal question – to be or not to belike you? Am I a body, mind or soul? Born alone, designed by circumstanceCriticise me softly, say it aloudIs originality just a matter of chance?I’m mis-shapen, broken - but unbowed. There’s no regret, there are no … Continue reading Original Soul
“Who says you can’t buy love?”A billboard screams….soft, tiny barking soundslight up the placeThey sell puppies hereinvite peopleto give them a home. But seriously, can I?Are there other beingswho find their way into hearts?make any place their homewith love and loyaltybrand it with indelible memoriespranks, sweetness,love, just loveand some more love… Sometimesthey leave the home … Continue reading A place called Home
thick boundary linesneatly drawn withlabels in legible fontsnavigating through life,work and leisureall such a pleasure and then I stumbleon bleeding linesscreaming for attentionthe most difficult to readdecipher and walk throughis the map of emotions Quadrille at dVerse
