temples have transparent walls heregods are out on a walkaboutasking to be excusedas they cannot identify themselvesin eye mirrors of a speciessupposedly their creation What are you looking for?They ask mockingly“Just what I see”, I replyGods bereft of pretencean honest spiritual danceidentity is not a crisiswhen you choose to beover being seen My pilgrimage is … Continue reading Clothes of Piety
I’m too bright to wear rose-tinted glassesI keep my vision clearbut wearing flowers around my eyessoftens the viewDid you say I’m the uncrowned queen?you need to tone up your visionHow could you miss the crownI’m born with?the crown that makes youlove or hate me Poetics
I saw you shedding tearsbut they said unseasonal showersare blessings from the skyand a good time for a soul to depart I wonder what the forward journey is likenavigating explosive gaps between the cloudsbursting with sins she committedbecause she saw herself asinvincibleunbeatableand now suddenlyfinds herself confrontedby Karma Sky, your omnipresence gives youlimitless powerspray let me … Continue reading Befriending the Sky
My box is made of glassbereft of oxygen at timesI see the world outsidedream of where I could have beenthen clean and maintainthe space I live inin a stupor-anger, regret, rebellionbrews insidemaking it hotrather than cosy I find slits near the lidIt’s not airtight after allMy spirit can still meet the worldand let them seewhat … Continue reading Container
intellectsoaring highbuilding structuresin the airto meet the sky let’s chatlearn each other’s lingoto understand firstthen collaboratemaybe invadethere’s nothing leftto be called private why did we remain strangersfor so long?children of the same Godcluelesswithout a common codeThanks for the influenceBad, indifferent or good earthlings write poetryon the moonand then swoonwonder if someoneon another planetwatches themworships, pinesor … Continue reading Heights
Homesseem to have a life of their ownwatching goings-onsometimes reflecting impactof conversations that happencongenial or conflicts I wonder why the AC conked offa bulb gives upthe exhaust fan moves slowlyas I pack bags for a moveto another cityto another buildinganother home If they have sensed a separationHow do I let them knowThe walls are not … Continue reading I’ll keep coming back
when you created this illusion called Earthand put us all in a massive simulationDid you think of being supercededby thought energy? It’s Me, Me everywhere, Godyou are but a figment of my imaginationthe sky and cloudsbear names I gavecolours that change in a heartbeatazure to ceruleantea, Cobalt, Aegeanlapiz, Indigo, Oceancolours that battle the rainbowto be … Continue reading It’s Me, Only Me
inverted goblets are mysteriousholding secrets or just a vacuumawaiting their turnto be filled up with a golden dawnlighting up lazy mindsdrawing them in conversationswillingly or unwillingly her sad but beautiful eyesreflect the emptiness of gobletsas she defies all attemptsto start a conversationshe fiddles with the stembut makes no effort tooverturn the glasslest secrets spillinto not-so-discreet … Continue reading Unknown
when leaping into the future felt so good,embracing the unknown with open arms,leaving behind what once was understood,embracing new beginnings, new charms. embracing the unknown with open arms,the thrill of possibilities untold,embracing new beginnings, new charms,eagerly into the future, I behold. the thrill of possibilities untold,exploring paths yet to be unveiled,eagerly into the future, I … Continue reading Childhood
She follows no rulesShe does what she likesHow do we trust her?Her temperso easily spikes There’s so much at stakeif she is let looseunstructured societypolluted mindsetswill become a muse many more will rebeldo what they likeHow do we control them?their temper spikes. let’s give her a chancefor she’s born to uslet her walk on coalsIf … Continue reading At the root of patriarchy
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