Why did I grow up without companions? Minionsin a world which slots you whoby the company you keep weepand I couldn’t accept their ways daze there were no influencers mincersor role models to tell me how nowI grew up well with myself shelfI’m not Narcissus, nor his sorrow callowJust authentic tickJust myself pelfAnd this is … Continue reading Just how I’d like to be
Toxicity takes its tollKarma kills; Karma extolsvirtues of veteranswho carefully controland master mindsets It’s not God’s Game, but yoursKnow why you are in this wide worldIt offers opportunitiesTo win the warAgainst past deedsKarma control Meet the Bar at dVerse
tomes become furniture; Kindle beckonsthe same logic runs; but digitizedwhen everyone's a publisher, who readswhat they need? small capsules normalized it may be a scam or crime; stories ruledata is a mule; tortured enoughto be politically correct; showwhat you should know; with no questions tough content factories churn out obnoxioustales; gods anxious behind perspectivesTear apart … Continue reading Hygiene
claustrophobic between the greys I’m sure an alien passed me by, not once but many times blazing sun evaporating wet rivers all sources of light hold a conference to discuss their future mingle with nature here; valleys exhilarate Unfastened seatbelts; willpower ready to leap Balancing weight of existence with desire to fly Do you see … Continue reading Found Poem – Last Year’s First Eleven
she swears aggression when she just asserts, she is blamedfor being aggressive a rose by any name smells as sweetonly if you dissolve your identityunderplay other aspects putrid patriarchynormalizes mental abusefragrance struggles to make itself felt condescending approachnot forgiven; not forgotten she swears revenge MTB: Cherishing the Cherita
I look around for a wandering soulincomplete dreams; life not so wholeI offer silent tears; hoping he hearsPeople stood for him; he was not alone He put life on the line to achieve a goalsentenced to death for a rebel’s roleHe stood for freedom; but a neo-monarchyaccused him of treacherous anarchy He was a writer; … Continue reading On a writer’s grave
pushed to borderlineswe found our thresholdsand those were beyondyour circle of thought we stretchedre-prioritizedlooked backonly to throwa piteous glance at youincarceratedin your limited thought then, once againwe looked backin gratitudefor sending uswhere we are todayway beyond your reach MTB at dVerse
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
