I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness norsolitudethose shadows dance around my handsscream in my earscall it sarcasm or criticismthey cross boundaries all the time I hit the air with a closed fistchop a tomato to see it bleedpromise the shadows a rendezvousdisguised as an animalcompressed as a virusempowered as a weaponto watch them writhe in … Continue reading Dancing Demons
The spirituality of climbing up a mountain often overpowers the physical discomfort. I touch earth, yet am detached from the plains I have grown up on. I inch closer to the sky, and am compelled to shed rooted parts of myself that limited my view. I see the world in a totally different light. I … Continue reading A Point of No Return
It’s an honourThe stratosphere invitesto share its secrets-I’m the chosen one. I enjoy the peakPity lesser beings;-thenexpectations tug at the baseI need to act a certain way Devil’s Horns penetrate the psycheI’m not myself any more Quadrille #249
Let them hold on to their beliefs about meLet me evolve quietly, beyond their reach Let them salvage their egos by blamingLet me live with my truth, without naming Let them find relevance in limited thoughtLet me break ceilings, bring opinions to nought Let them speak free in lanes and townhallsLet my silence invite the … Continue reading Let them, let me …
I will rememberwhat the water gave mewithout drenching me to the bones-secrets of transparency-blocks in fluency-the highs of storiesin ocean depthsinvisible, but approachableif someone dives deep enough-reflections of the skycreating wistfulness That boat on the horizonpromises a journey to unknown worldsyet keeps sailing out of reachas if it has lost its compass Water made me … Continue reading Watery reflections
intent matterswhen you hold me up to the worldTrust shatterswith the littlest sleight of hand I know the differencebetween stardom in the skyand being a puppethelpless in the stratosphere What is closenessif not a gamble,a wager on tendernessagainst the weight of change? I’ll let go of your handbefore the crack widensshed flowers in springbut let … Continue reading Intent matters
it’s a dog’s lifesitting bum-to-bumchasing their spot in the sunfighting over the same toyI don’t know whyWhile others vegetate in drawers it’s a dog’s lifepampered bratstell the worldnot knowingpets have the bestof all worlds Quadrille at dVerse
wrapping up the past exhausts meit’s so physicalold diaries, letters,framed picturesalbums in black and whitecollege marksheetsthe gift from my grandfathermy mother’s belongingsold, but expensive clothesI can’t fit into now the future invitesbeing so lighteverything compacted on a devicebudgets, retirement plans,a few appsitems in shopping cartsAI headshotsdrafts and outlines of booksthat live in my headword soups … Continue reading Digital is Spiritual
fragments of hope and dreamsstitched together in a patterndesigned to vocaliseall that was left unsaidstructured to open windowsthat let breathetexturised to give a viewof the world outsidenot wholebut just enough to createsome more patterns Fabric of the psycheA silent spongeDrinks perspectivesreshaping itselfinto imprintsbut remainsporous to hope,dreaming new skies. Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says The Met … Continue reading Porosity
“This is not disrespect for the institution, its past history or credibility”. The audience listened with bated breath. “The platform gains or loses sanctity with the speaker’s intent, and the platform has been defiled by someone’s act.” “You are making a grave allegation, son! And such words need to be backed up with sufficient and … Continue reading Sanctity
