It was a self-discovery coaching session, whensomeone said he was a pathand I was adamantthat I am a lighthouse. A decade laterdarkness holds me captiveand I wonder what I was thinking then… a sliver of color emerges from within-an arrow born of tearsand claims it can help peoplenot to flee the nightbut to walk through … Continue reading Not to escape the dark, but shine through it
The blood-stained rocky terrain, often blamed for cutting bare, unprotected feet, wonders why those who chose paths both unusual and alluring were not prepared to face the sharpness of accumulated pain. The rocks hold so much character, each atom carrying memories of bygone eras, hard lessons etched into their grain. They know they will stand … Continue reading The Blood-stained Rocky Terrain
One boat, carved of memory and care,calls out across the restless air:“Waters ahead are veiled in storm,shifting shapes that break the norm.Guard your keel, hold steady, friend,lest the voyage meet its end.” The other, bright with daring flame,answers not with fear but claim:“Storms are teachers, waves are guides,truth is found where shadow hides.To sail is … Continue reading Dialogue of Two Boats
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
We won’t talk about this. They did not sayjust indicated with dark indifferenceShe wondered about the change of stanceIt was something she always knewThey disliked her impudence, or maybefeared she might cross boundaries again-boundariesshe had never stayed within… Why did she come around? they thoughtwhen she knows her unacceptabilityWhy does she peep into their inadequaciesor … Continue reading Silence
I wear flowers in the buttonholethey wither away leaving a fragranceto work as an appliqueto conceal un-darned, damaged fabricof my once celebrated existence I wear smiles to ease interactionsbut the bobbin that held me togetherseems to be running out of threadfresh supplies have dried upin absence of meaningful contacts I will accept my place in … Continue reading Outrun
we seenarratives of lightassume a storydesign historythose who lived thenabsorbed it and leftnever to return facts migrate-we celebrateor denigrateresidue of imaginationor vested interests-bury old storiesfor you don’t have optionsor power of visualization write new taleson white sheetsun-silhouetted bypeace and positivity change perspectiveschange the prospectsthe future will thank youin retrospectif they see yourpositive intent light changes-surfaces … Continue reading Narratives
Numbers rule the worldvotes, dollars, followers, likerssupported by those willing to hitch their lazy wagonsto a train perceived as driving to their destination They keep running, followingleave competence, quality languishingby the wayside; as equality overrides equity-the capable are seen as impedimentson their quest for effortless success invisible strings keep them apartetching boundaries, stretching and contractingto … Continue reading Treachery of the Common
Frozen rocks grip beach bonesunbending under daylight’s plea.their silence aches,a frozen howl of grief. Across a ridgethorn-thicket veins split openfrom pain, soft shoots emerge.green tendrils twist toward change,unafraid. sunlight limps inwith scorched grace, whispering:I burn because I must.Must that force your shapeto outlast its flame? To survive is not to yield,but to recast your armourto … Continue reading Defence
disproportionate disappointmentDid I underestimate evilOr overestimate goodwill?Did one go out the doorBefore its antithesis entered?Something is off-kilter for sureI don’t feel like myselfAnd you certainlyare missing from the scene… OLN #383 at dVerse Poets' Pub
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