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
A patriarch lies therebludgeoned to death by a clubin the shape of a woman bystanders frozen in shockrecall interactions-foresee a dark future Is it a fearor a nightmare that will dissolveat dawn? A shadow steps out of homeIs that a womanhowling? petals in garlandsturn to flameslong-held concepts on fireturning to ashesbefore the incinerator shrieks.Freedom at … Continue reading Liberation
imprints of fragilityyet – not so fragileephemeral beautycaptured for eternity inked on my wristare moments unlivedto complete a storyof shadows and light,of silence that speaksand echoes that fade. What Do You See #340
Your beautiful eyescarry a shame – it’s not yours Mirrors do not show flawsso accusing fingers can’t see theirs-it will take your eyes to seeand your courage to speakto tell themthey are tainted Whatever venom they spewThe underlying instinct is the sameYou dared to stay out of the chorussing their tunefollow their instructions they don’t … Continue reading Patriarchal Societies
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
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