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
It took a lifetime to build a coffin and inscribe a language on it. I’m not sure if the future will be able to decipher it. But this is my version of my personal history as I'd like others to see it. Others are free to add their own versions. I will have no control … Continue reading Funeral Planning
colors hauntask for new patternsexpressionun-alignedto vision of the artist-but through his toolkit The painting is entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” and was painted in 1910-11 by Frantisek Kupka OLN at dVerse
Joy struggles to find a spacebetween tightly pursed lips-sneeringclenched teeth-threateninga deep, dark pit-beckoning it slogs and slams to stretch the distancebetween skepticism and acceptanceA cynic smilesFrom left to rightAnd all directions throb with light Quadrille #239
There’s a life out thereIt calls me at nightBut there’s no lightThe bars block my flight They let in the fragranceof worlds that sing and danceBeneath the sky and starsDream of Moon and Mars I’m there to celebrate freedomshackled feet left behindspirits soar, fly and swimMermaids whisper in my mind oceans open their armsmountains echo … Continue reading Uncaged
A stranger seeking hearth and homeBelies the predictions made by someCataclysmic whispers from the windsDefy optimism, but give in to hopeEach cry draws me, not heard by othersFootsteps light; illumination divineGuides me through complex turbinesHeuristic algorithms grow inside I’m sure I’ve been here beforeJalalabad is the centre of conflictKhyber Pass is where stories travelLaden with … Continue reading Deja Vu
A picture on the mantelpieceglorified with flowers and candlesappears to look at mefrom all directionsmockingmy bad memoryI forgot to buy a garlandin my struggle with Google Mapsand finding my wayto this consecrated temple the unquestioning devotionthe silence of deep sorrowmakes me hunt for wordsto eulogize her departed existenceI manage to brush a few memoriesappropriate ones … Continue reading A Condolence Visit
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
Someone pushed me from the deck,and the world tiltedair fled my lungs,the bridge behind me crumbled into dust,and the ship sailed onas if I had never stood upon it. In the hush beneath the surface,a force gathered itself from currents,slowly taking form.On the far bank, it rose a silhouette I knew before I sawIt is … Continue reading Back and Forth
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