Ropes

they celebrate bondage, swaying to tunes condemning freedom, dancing on sand dunes notice not - slipping ground, controls shift euphoria; all’s well puppets telling stories vanish, dropped from invisible strings - their pictures float  programmed memories thought - on controlled oxygen  welcomes contamination  as new awakening seepage of venom -  never cared to know -is … Continue reading Ropes

Narcissist colors

her arrogance painted in wine on walls pushes him deeper in agony submerged in blues - a peculiar shade not of his choice purple drinks of superciliousness greet visitors -as they long  for vibrant vibes or peaceful whites In their humble abodes I see dark shadows  entwined in leafy greens as I take a flight … Continue reading Narcissist colors

Who could it be?

The bell rings, Tring Tring Tring Who could it be at this hour? Eyes are shut, hands in coins jar The bell rings, Tring Tring Tring What ominous news does it bring? Eyes are shut, hands in coins jar Parasomnia, if you see from afar.... What ominous news does it bring? The truth may make … Continue reading Who could it be?

Time

time is money takes us on scalar lines however what is precious is relative to  what happened  before or after countable is easy uncountable too vague  to talk about And we confine our existence to pre-existing frameworks time moves on finite in small capsules floating on oceans  of infinity bypassing human understanding of expansiveness and … Continue reading Time

Write like a dog, edit like a cat

ORIGINAL POEM I struggled  I strived burnt midnight oil binged on knowledge  be they books webinars or value-adding conversations I battled Scarcity of time to gather thoughts process write publish I tapped  inner resources dug canals pathways for expression became a medium for thought energy  to flow  effortlessly -all done to make an impact -and … Continue reading Write like a dog, edit like a cat

Freedom

A busy day ahead promises made earlier in the week come back to haunt…. How do I say my priorities are different today I open other windows while listening to the speaker on a webinar I feel obliged to attend… I also need to scan recipes for a special dinner I recall the luxury of … Continue reading Freedom

Once again…

once again sky above darkens night falls once again the sun rises hope dawns once again life moves on cycles of breath once again I accept life myriad colors but just once finality strikes end of life.. https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/30/mtb-haiku-sequence/

I am not

I am what you never expected me to be antithesis of expectations resistant to regulations I do not fit in the box you painstakingly created for me I am  What you never expected me to be https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/16/mtb-i-am-the-first-person-narr

Writer’s perception

mornings are not good any more, as I read stories moonlight wrote in my backyard last night they spilt in my dreams, I could not string the beads they adorn my neck, but it does not look right accessories threaten to become outfit I cast them away, just to feel right and light Do I … Continue reading Writer’s perception