Spring

Spring is not just a season. Spring is not just hope. Spring spells continuity, a linkage between two parts of a cycle. Yet, spring offers no guarantees. A bud that blossoms today has a limited life span. What do I celebrate here, when I know certain elements may not reach the other end. The bud … Continue reading Spring

Ending

life, love, laughter lilting merriment surreal   slipping away in somnambulistic silence knowing nothing of netherlands but landing there   A leafless forest lakes leaving earth listening to lazy lullabies   -Lifeless   https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/30/the-music-of-alliteration-assonance-and-consonance/

Wild – Who, what, when?

going wild changed meaning from grabbing all the chocolates to rebellious adolescence to unconventional youth to wistfulness of adulthood   I wonder why I only wish to go wild now what stops me from doing it? fear of wilderness, weak will, or fear of repercussions?       https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/27/quadrille-96-wild-monday/

Consciousness

Are we living in a simulation? Are we not real? A close, intellectual friend of mine was furious at the insinuation. “It appears that idle minds do not have anything positive or intelligent to think about”, she opined. Well, the line of thinking did not appear to be useful. It creates questions on awareness, consciousness … Continue reading Consciousness

Beleagured

I cannot tell youI’m afraidI dare not tell myselfI’m lonelyat the core…. A surge of passionswelling, swallowingleftover sanitythreatens to engulfmy voice I cannot tell youI’m not dumbI dare not tell myselfI lost my voicecrying hoarse…. I refuse to flowwith mainstream currentsBecome an obstaclefor influencers,powers supreme I cannot tell youI disagreeI dare not tell myselfI’m beleagueredwith … Continue reading Beleagured

Secrets I kept from myself

I stand face-to-face with secrets I kept from myself discover gems of unforeseen courage how could I’ve been so blind and insensitive to not know that I can stand alone survive alone a phoenix emerges from dark depths of secrets I kept from myself https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/21/poetics-shhhh-do-you-want-to-know-a-secret/

River of Shame

I’ve often wondered why this is called the River of Shame. What unsavoury secrets does it carry at its base? Does it remember the people who moved away, leaving deposits of whatever they wanted to shed - burdens on their conscience, or proof of their involvement? Will the river remain a mute witness, or have … Continue reading River of Shame

The Beauty Myth

Book: The Beauty Myth Author: Naomi Wolf Last line The next phase of our movement forward, as individual women, as women together, as tenants of our bodies and this planet, depends now on what we decide to see when we look in the mirror. What will we see? Poem we will see everything we’ve been … Continue reading The Beauty Myth

Turbulence

Waves roar on the seashore drowning the noise inside me, filtering core essence of thoughts, letting me know futility of indulgence in contemplation of transient influences, but compel me to think about life at the bottom of oceans, and its impact on turbulent waves https://dversepoets.com/2020/01/13/quadrille-94-roaring-in-the-new/

Golden

they say it’s the Middle East crisis or fluctuating exchange rates on international currencies being enveloped in the glow still hides imperfections show-cases ethereality the woman next door still saves money to buy gold for her daughter’s wedding but the graphs are mercurial -indicators of imposed value Perspectives rule… they ask promised returns in short … Continue reading Golden