Bid goodbye

menacingshadowscrouch behindshape-shift-to scare-to dare till I stretchmy handto touch itfeel them meltin my palmscrumbling downlike cigarette ash -remnantsof past bitternessblazing embersof aching memoriesI give my regardsto past livesand bid goodbyeto breathe free Poetics: Inspired by Album Cover Art

Haunted

It vanishes slowlylike a wispy threadin thin air-that inexplicable feelingof being hunted or haunted I turn back to shake handswith the tormentorA mirror imagegreets me Are we similarOr are we the same? the question will hauntmy respirationas long as breath lastsand as long asI breathe free Poetics: Haunted Harvest

Change of Regime

whispers of indignationfrom trampledflame-hued leaves we provided shadewhen we were greenmaturity knowsevery cycle ends bare branchesraise new foliageroots nourish soil laments separationtangerine ferocityswept awaymemory erased a new regimebrings fresh ruleslessons unlearned Poetics - Autumn

Nature’s Symphony

nature’s rebellionIn the form of stormsmakes me wonderabout yet another symphonya windchime in open aira lullaby during the dayor yet another tsunami waiting to envelopea groggy consciousnessvalidate a seer’s predictionsbringing about an awakeningto survive and thriveor a predestined end? Poetics- Endings Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Nature's Symphony

Dreadful Depths

a sunk shipbodies netted out-silent-as much aswe are traumatisedby tsunamisor failed voyages I wish they could speak.tell us aboutthe splendour or horrorof deep worldsdistrustedfor unfamiliarity the smug sailorwho conquers wavesweeps in silenceor is intriguedby unfamiliar objectsor living beingscreeping upto disturb life I ask submarinesto not just divebut develop a languageto help us understandeach other-those feared … Continue reading Dreadful Depths

At the right time

Is it derisive or mocking?How does it come on?Is it camaraderie?Is it an attempt to build bonds?Did you smile too soonand looked like a moron? Time mattersalways…..more so when you laughat a joke,for a ballor someone’s fall Sensitivity, thy name is the right timeLet it hurt, or let it chime Poetics: Just for Laughs

The Fall of a CEO

I've chosen the following lines as a glose. Litany for Dictatorships (1936) by Stephen Vincent Benét We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong.We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.We thought the long train would run to the end of Time.We thought the light would increase. We thought we were … Continue reading The Fall of a CEO

Bonding over Food

I  could have turned the knife on someone who left this mess in the kitchen. But then the lockdown happened, and I applied my creativity in the same space. I proudly posted pictures of my culinary masterpieces on social media to counter my mother’s vicious jibes that I am a good-for-nothing in the domestic sphere. … Continue reading Bonding over Food