the cat languishingunder the treearouses envythe birds flying overheadtweet calls for freedomthe sun sneersthreatening to withdrawunappreciated, unutilisedgenerosity it is no mean featto stay enveloped in darknessblame the world for your plightturn off all sources of lightwallow in self-pitydenigrate cheerhold what’s dearso tightthat they startfighting for their right it was not a sunny daywhen you arrived-gloom … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 1
buds awaitcoming of age dayholding onexplosionsof charm to be unleashed onhibernating world 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge
ladies of leisurelanguorous afternoons callversion of playdateswith like-minded lovely palsall planning the next party Photo Challenge #497
A breakfast of Aloo Tikki and Halwa feels heavy after the festivities, but the New Year also needed a traditional start. I brood on the pulls between the past and future that we often experience. This morning is no different. I try to recall my thoughts on the first of January through the decades spent … Continue reading Connectors
a day, a month,a year, a decade,a century, an ageride on predecessors-carry bits of themlike concealed colorsof a spectrum-highlight their gold-leave imprintson transient sandknowingthe future will interpretstories as they like the intentthe actthe messagethe artmay oscillatebetween black and whiteyet a part of them remainsin universal psyche I may come back againstories buried in sand grainswill … Continue reading Eternity
the jacket had been lyingin the same spot under the treefor days now…days after he was buriedhours, minutes, momentssince she cried lastvowing not to thinkof a tormentoror his toxic airs the air was stillso much so thatmovementappeared to be a mythleaves frozenunder imagined icejust like her dreams dreams she could not abandonnow they could not … Continue reading The Jacket
see churning of souls in a grand designI wish I knew how, I wish I knew whyI can’t discern motives of the drama divine I see candles flicker, I hear the bells chimeI watch oceans shiver till they run drysee churning of souls in a grand design rewards and losses – for no reason or … Continue reading Drama Divine
Abhanga is the original name given to a saint's devotional poetry in the state of Maharashtra in India. The poet was Sant Tukaram. The abhanga that we talk about here is a syllabic form of 6,6,6,4 with lines 2 and 3 rhyming. Colleen gives us 3 kigo words to be incorporated in the verses. I … Continue reading Regret, Resolve, Rebond
illusionsracing against timewheels spinningnot movingcheck adversary motionwho is stuck and where? Photo Challenge #496
momentscatch off guardcause a churnspill out as wordsI don’t know what isinspiration a thought or remarka memory sparkeda wound that hurtsa fire that burnswithout a care orconsternation it fears notreprisal or responsea comma or pausefor a worthwhile causechanges the sentence; notexpression it may feel empty laterbut who caresit leads to moretill creativity ensnaresa brush, fingers … Continue reading Before
