A lovely façade in white and goldStep on marble – shiny and coldYou look for someone, but hear no soundForget directions for the world is roundA bird chirps outside; tiny dogs bark This hall looks like a libraryIntellect beckons; is it a sanctuary?A few empty shelves demand actionReader, welcome! thoughts need tractionto be preserved for … Continue reading Five steps to Nirvana
we come here to buy hopeand go out just as fastit takes time to learnbut less to implementsadly, blasts do not last move on to the next sitetrending and offers dopequickly act and movememory is now passelanding on apps to cope we can go back to checknothing gets deletedthe app remembersif you want to forgetbrain … Continue reading In the age of apps
It looks defiant on the mantel below the TV screenupright even when uncouth speakers pour venomon an ideology the author stands byIt refuses to bow or soften its stance.The reader smiles; that’s the advantage of a hard copyIt cannot be modified or deletedNobody can over-write facts to make them fictionNot even the hardcore fascists it … Continue reading Ode to the book on the mantelpiece
When I go north, is it without a reference to the South?When I create something new, do I eliminate the old?When I write fiction, do my characters take off from known worlds to assume new shapes?When I support someone, do I oppose those not on the same side?When I choose the best, do I reject … Continue reading oppOsites
sharp, slanting, cutting showers pierce-a force fierce on-your-face, unconcealed attempt-rain's contempt drenches resistance, will-power-vile showers wiping off past with erasersI let rainwater blend with tears,releasing resentment of yearsa force fierce, rain's contempt and vile showers MTB - Spanish Rain in the Ovillejo
I wake up with a feeling of uneasenot sure what my dreams are telling me dreams tell, but do not explain -appearanceof shadows from the known and unknown shadows of whatever touched me, or walked pastpast - indelible, imperceptible marks wounds that don't hurt, but flare up in the darkwrite scenarios not happened, but do … Continue reading What do dreams tell you?
I wonder what is compressed, in this tiny rockholding history of time, stories of decadespacked with static energy; threatens to convertkinetic force will combat, all that obstructs it MTB: Rocking the Imayo
Do you recall the first time they said you are badyou were just being yourself, with no benchmarks setYou did not know what was good, hence, it was so sadpainful awareness of expectations unmet those voices got together to sound like thunderthose blaming fingers merged into fistfuls of hateclouds of fear gathered, with resentment deep … Continue reading Homecoming
Interlocking fingers inside water playfullyYou asked ‘tell me which are yours or mine’ “All yours”, I said with a glint in my eyesIn my mind, I was holding a gold mine We stopped romping as time flew byThings were still good, yet not so fine Can’t blame a word, or frame a momentIt was a … Continue reading We, You and Me
The mirror laughs; it’s only meNot touching real with a barge poleEternal question – to be or not to belike you? Am I a body, mind or soul? Born alone, designed by circumstanceCriticise me softly, say it aloudIs originality just a matter of chance?I’m mis-shapen, broken - but unbowed. There’s no regret, there are no … Continue reading Original Soul
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