submerged sunflowersdo call me at nightsuffocated within apartment wallsbreathless in air-conditioning my child learns to drawbutterflies and flowerswe go to the parkon a study excursionand suddenly sunflowers bloom againfrom mind’s deep recessesinto sunlight-my childhoodcomes back to life Revisiting O'Keeffe II dVerse
Applause grows louderwhen you share articlesyou never bothered to read,yet recommendas wisdom worth following. Conviction sounds strongestwhen repeating opinionspolished by the crowd,never testedagainst the friction of thought. The greatest fraudsrarely deceive others first;They perfect the artof rehearsing lies untilperformance is seen as character Truth collects no followers.It simply waits,patient as a climberfor every mask to … Continue reading Patience is Reverence
She carries something inside herIt makes her eyes glow in the dark like secrets of the unknown worlds-between planets-between lifetimes She is the author of all talesbeyond life; beyond fantasy like assumptions shaping stories-between mindsets-between narratives She is the supreme temptationwho invites, only to stand apart Like a diaphanous veil-between the Universe and me-between the … Continue reading Between worlds
The other side hostsa civilisationthat calls itself civilisedwithout us Weprotestheld hostage by historybecause they distrustalien capabilityas threats tosecurityactuallypower every whispercarries painevery screamsounds like a whimperas we struggle todisengage from handcuffsimposed by tradition Watch exploding timelinesWatch inflamed social feedsWatch processions on the streetHere we comenot to dislodge youbut to claim our rightful place Watch the boats … Continue reading Here we come
The highlighted text calls again from fluttering pages. I can’t be caught on the wrong foot, while talking to a person I’ve admired for decades. fluttering pages callsteps trace imagined voices,doorways turn to truth My favourite author has moved to a place closer to mine. It feels strange, as mentally, I’ve always felt closer than … Continue reading Fluttering Heart
Who would bother to live if there were a choice?The Lex Hypocrite who wrote the epic Destiny?Mirror-Smith of Broken Laws; torchbearer in daylightwho see manacled reflections in shame-coated glass? The Lex Hypocrite who wrote the epic DestinyHe wove words around Guilt and Sin; to damnwho see manacled reflections in shame-coated glassThe smith stands behind - … Continue reading Those Who Believe
life teachesthe hardest lessonswhen you can'tbe yourselfbut live a life designed bypeople you don't like Poetics Tuesday
He carries centuries in his chest,mountains of silence and scars.lava settles where poetry lived,fury seeps through cracked restraint. When he speaks,the world reinvents abuseWhen he screamsmusic beats a hasty retreat housed where the insane liveor imprisoned with criminal recordsan object of research for psychologistsfire remembers what oppression forgot. Poetics - Lyric Petrologies P.S. Adding two … Continue reading Mountains of the unknown
once in a lifetimeyou will turn back and lookat the footprints of bleeding feetwith volcanoes threatening to burstinside you; and you will know it has beena long way. It is time to chuck it alllike a traveller does, in absence of return faresettle down in the shade, to be cooland invisible once in a lifetimethe … Continue reading Once in a lifetime
The clouds refuse to partthe sun is under siegethis eclipse - supposed to be a gatewayfor authenticity to emerge on the other sideseems eclipsed by the real world screens screampolitical opinions loom largeon sanity The Indian Meteorological Departmenthoused in a brick-and-mortar officeclose to where I livefails to capture signals ortell why the weather is still … Continue reading The Solar Eclipse
