When the world slumbers deep,the future beckonsasking for a form and shapeI know it will deceive, yet it isa relentless companionthat refuses to sleep. The clock ticks awayto an unknown eramocking my futile efforts,To make sense of past and futureInextricably stuck in the presentwhere I will always beas the state of beingredefines itselfand the futurefalls … Continue reading Where I Reside
The fitness app chases a target of 10000. I need to walk back and forth as the steps are less than 10000, just like moments in life. Something happens in my body with each step, but mental movement takes me in different directions. The thought that so many others tread the same path changes the … Continue reading Back and forth
celebrating existencefrom a baby showerto birthdaysand all those designated ‘Days’for various roles in lifeI wonder if the world is truly blessedto have meor is it the other way round I examine the bonds closelyand their frailty surprises mewhat holds me to lifeis an illusionof multidirectional growthof contributionof relevancewhereasI’ve been on a linear pathfrom the beginningto … Continue reading Sublime
Ocean…Will you share your secretsboth dark and right? Why do you give shelter to monstrous beingsas well as pretty harmless ones?Do you reflect reality of the terrestrial worldor have a different order? Why do you crash on the shoreto hurt yourselfas you retreat into your liquid shell? When you reflect colors of the skyDo you … Continue reading Ocean…
irrelevant sidewalkslook wistfullyat speeding carson the expresswayfocus only onchalk-white arrows -sprouting greens-a flower peepingfrom asphalt cracks-rolled down rocksstuck in a wire meshask for participationin fast-moving life a camera clickwhizzes pastrecords a momentto be sharedwhile breathingpeppermint windsin the countryside the sidewalk endswhere the tunnel begins-it loses attentionof passers-byto artificially lit darkwaiting to come outat the other … Continue reading Sidewalk
fantasy appealsworks of fictionnot remotely connected to realwith no reflections from my lifeor yours or anyone elseto provoke them, instigate themor just stoke macabre imagination Story, keep a safe distance;Do not project into my lifelet me enjoy your existenceGive me a glimpse of the possibleto dream ofthough I know well-this will never happenin waking moments;nor … Continue reading Fantasy Fiction
you show storiesas manifestationof deep desiresor scare viewers awaywith the sight ofmonsters or victims It took me aeonsto figure outyour programmabilityI wish I knew moreabout the subconsciousback then… but you were aware ofmy vulnerability Image Credit: Rene Magritte, 1928 in Paris, France. OLN #360
stunted growthgreenhornsnot allowed to growmaturityhurts vested interests mute masterpiecesdeceptivelydecorativeflaunted with pride they need believersfollowersthere is no spacefor thinkers OLN #360 at dVerse
I was working on the Thanksgiving theme and found a beautiful poem. ORIGINAL POEM AS IF TO DEMONSTRATE AN ECLIPSEby Billy Collins I pick an orange from a wicker basketand place it on the tableto represent the sun.Then down at the other enda blue and white marblebecomes the earthand nearby I lay the little moon … Continue reading Following the Muse
I swallow a sentencereplete with humiliation-words break into alphabetseach alphabet generatesa different feelinga different story-rakes up memoriesof suppressed emotionshow I felthow I remained silentand how it fermented within the past can’t be erasedbut can be a determinantof the futureI put my foot downon the floorstepping out of bedwith a resolve I’ll register protestI’ll not take … Continue reading Humiliation
