Mountains are designed to be cold. They make me feel dwarfed and inconsequential. Then, I pity their immobility. I’m blessed with flexibility to move, change my position, escape from things I don’t like. Yet, mountains intimidate. They drop a rock here and there to demonstrate power. The uncertainty dwarfs my mindset again. I’d like to … Continue reading Cold mountain
let the storm gather let the clouds flee to everything there’s a season and now …I choose me devotion, commitment there were seasons galore it’s the season of self-love and I want more… the end looks near very little of life left travel a chosen path before I’m laid to rest let the old learn … Continue reading Destinations
unstable feet advance slowly, carefully on wet ground eyes perplexed by a difficult choice -rainbow reflections in puddles below present myriad possibilities on slippery ground A drizzle washes away saltiness on cheeks -sunrays wink from the blues I think I have reached a conclusion https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/21/quadrille-146-lets-get-salty/
I hold the manuscript of her book, as I walk out of the graveyard after her funeral. “The story has not ended. I find new meaning in every word, as the characters unfold and express their deepest selves.” Her words on the last call pierce my psyche. Am I one of the characters? Our relationship … Continue reading Dynamic pages
you are like me, but need to remain you watch my direction like hands on your watch walk we both do, so confirms the sidewalk subdued are you, but I do not subdue new are the shapes, funny lengths - but who knew stalking me are you, like a damn long bean stalk gawky teens … Continue reading Growing up
wherever I go, I hear the same sounds voices in a head, articulated of people long dead, they lie underground emanating from an old mind unsound unhappy, with no aim - just frustrated wherever I go, I hear the same sounds I fumble with words just to get around throw away all those decades outdated … Continue reading Graveyards
Quadrille at dVerse today by Mish birds on my window sill wait for clouds to clear they will then fly to nibble at the sky taste remnants of clouds and come back to peck at crumbs I offer…. I feel so honored, little birdie to be part of your infinity
Season - Eternity It is the only truth, till apocalypse Micro-season or Ko - Epiphany It is the moment you really start living Senryu humanity finds forbidden territories taste eternity Me- I’m here only because Lisa allowed an imaginary season to be painted. Physically, I live in a place … Continue reading One of many seasons – Ko
Bombay does not have much of a winter. However, this year has been slightly different. We have foggy mornings, a nip in the air late evening, and occasionally, I see someone on a morning walk wearing a sweater. We welcome the lowered temperatures, as we don’t need air-conditioning. Fabrics like corduroy, velvet, tweed vie for … Continue reading Bombay winter
something in the line of visionattracts the eyemind wanders off-no interest something contradicts what I knowI step back tocriticise butalso notice that something confirms my beliefsI love it buttake for grantedclose the matter https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/27/poetry-form-the-minute-poem/
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