FIRESTORMS moonlight picnics on the beach cosy chats by fireside an oath before you kiss a ring before you commit ready for firecrackers… provocations - a way of life verbal duels welcome -you loves fireballs sneaky lies here and there struggle to find your space -you work at fireproofing watch the stars alone at night … Continue reading Fiery Skies
You are lost if not held up by others You fear finding yourself in my poetry It may reveal a soul hiding behind mirrors skilfully covered with stains on my attire -scars of blame for being happy with myself for being lost in my own world You feel threatened by your own inadequacy by your … Continue reading Lost and found in sludge
Found Poem Somewhere there the flash of short-term memory waiting to speak to fill in empty space with name, date, trivia, punch line. holding the shadow of life to go on hundred times a day. I greet my neighbour, who smiles looking for some clue, anything to break the spell of disappointments in long-term memory … Continue reading Found Poetry
Pain is an impermanent state. One wallows in it, internalises it, learns all possible lessons and then gets on with the business of life. juxtapositionhelps highlight what needs to bechucked out or retained What surprises is not the pain, but the response it elicits from others. Some insist on giving you more, some help you … Continue reading Pain
your aura is golden speech divine or maybe it appears to be so from where I am -far below the place from where you are projected… I struggle hard to reach the real you connect my smallness with yours But hats off To the team That holds you aloft … I hit the ground again … Continue reading Connecting
She walks alone in peace, tarries shedding the burden she carries hunting freshness, looking wearied I saw dropped skins she 'd outgrown No imposed guilt, sins to atone moving steady on paths unknown Raw forces behind her rallied Her feet heavy with commitments yet tracing paths of wonderment she creates art, does not lament lack … Continue reading Let go
color of oranges on my nails strawberry on lips I long for mangoes from a childhood tongue frozen mango pulp is heavenly till I think what the fruit undergoes being beaten to pulp kept in sub-zero temperatures to serve another in cold, unfamiliar climes (Yesterday, he said At your age You should only think about … Continue reading Colors and Taste
Hi, Sanaa I couldn't resist the lure of your second prompt too. Here's my contribution. pixelated dreams launch thoughts on virtual skies I rule the world… Back to office…. I see un-pixelated versions Of all that I loved or hated Wonder how Will I expand these To fill my sky Or just let them disappear … Continue reading Un-pixelated
Sanaa Rizvi gives us a lovely prompt to fire all cylinders of creativity on Dverse today - Dungeons and Derivatives The chosen line is “Perhaps we are reading the shadows wrong; forever cannot draw a circle.” – Winter Moon ~ Part Three: Petals of the Sun Sun God seven horses of imagination traverse the sky … Continue reading Shadows in the Sun, Sky and Soul
What’s this unease around people? Why am I so happy alone? I often wonder Who are all these people What are they doing in my life? They look so much like strangers behave like adversaries I often wonder What is their problem with me? What’s the meaning of this strife? Why do they not understand … Continue reading Why?
