Creative I grouped people put them in different rooms in castles of my mind different wavelengths different intensities but networked for sure… I visit some rooms frequently to interact to know how they are doing It’s not always a call It’s just in my mind... there are some I love to hate … Continue reading Rooms
Czar’s nostalgia brought forth a trail of tears which dissolved in dazzling blue oceans He saw his war-ship Black Beauty sailing over the horizon in search of a wizard to concoct potions of victory in an uncertain world There are no enemy nations and his purple sword lies unused yet there is un-ease … Continue reading Princess
solitude gently embraces blends into my being effortlessly generating awareness source of all restlessness lies outside and then, I think experience to enhance the value warmth of being alone holds others at its centre with all their dissonance, consonance music it generates light that emanates from an inner glow reflects searing … Continue reading Solitary
Reena Saxena on that fateful day you came never to go away you live now in memory temples thru’ all highs n lows Angel Soul! Broken leg and ribs but always so whole… love measured in oceans lighted within us lamps of devotion https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/21/poetics-companions/
break down everything in pieces reconstruct in different patterns to explore create order in chaos find hidden treasures somewhere where I breathe in fulfilment I never let go of this dream…. life moves on presenting puzzles of different kinds which I’m not wired to solve I land in suffocation once again to break … Continue reading Deconstruction
I lap up every word on medialooking for a nugget of hope therenobody knows what lies aheaddo you realize I'm just afraid looking for a nugget of hope therethey sell strategies for futuredo you realize I'm just afraidI want assurance, not information they sell strategies for futureI lap up every word on mediaI want assurance, … Continue reading Nuggets of hope
Nine yards of fabric Around a petite frame Valour personified, violence vindicated As she steps up to slay monsters Red becomes her, the Goddess compels All to respect, to accept and bow To power of the feminine Raw are wounds on her soul Instilling fear, inspiring awe, as blood oozes…. Note: A nine-day long festival … Continue reading Raw power
There is a scene in “We the Living” by Ayn Rand, where lovers are being separated and taken away to Siberia. They know they will not survive, yet the girl says, “Let us look at the moon every day, and find solace that we are looking at the same moon.” They needed a unifying factor … Continue reading I don't know how
breathing in, breathing out, just moving on thoughts expanding -from rivulets to sea can't remember what I stumbled upon meeting all, parting with some on the way listening to all, but my heartbeats' sound I worshipped the ocean, remained a bay all the songs I sung came just from a word maybe a syllable, or … Continue reading Journey of a song
entitled presumptuous on being God’s gift to the world camels killed, then fowls and pigs flashing monstrosity wounding existence strategic intelligence walks on two legs We own the planet… a teeny weeny virus with no wings or feet holds civilization to ransom confined, constrained living in fear dying ‘coz you’re less important than the … Continue reading Cyclic
