I have reached a time when words no longer helpthey slip out of my neural pathwaysto become paragraphs, poems or storiesperfect prompts to generate fantasy they take me on a spinalign with themescheck for appropriatenessand distance themselves fromthe feelings that mothered them I find them floating in tints on my canvasIn subscripts to generated artworkIf … Continue reading Wordless
Momentary stormsEmbedded in human softwareMirrors with silver coatingObliterate authenticityReality is not the ingrained viewYou remember, not always the facts I am not real. I am the perception of your mind, the emotion that ran through your body, the impression on your soul. Dancing mirrorsEmulate perceivedMagic – convex, concave, flat or spheresOblique, grotesque reflectionsNot clear, instigate … Continue reading Simulated World
I tiptoe like an uninvited guestin a partywhere I was dropped from the skyJeez, I did not gatecrashthis place is crazier than imagination I tiptoe lest the ground partsunderground sounds are scarier than HellI check my wings for reactivationbut someone up there holds controlsneeds to see where I was dropped I tiptoe for souls with … Continue reading Tiptoeing
She was a wonderful woman,though she couldn't boil an egg.She was the only mother I had,yet insisted I call her Meg. I unlocked her secrets in the bookshelfafter she'd crossed to another realm.Every title- a synonym for happiness,each colour and cover a luminous dream. We polish the skills that matter to us.I learned that lesson, … Continue reading Meg
tears well up from unknown depthsbloodstreams try to gaugeeverything that crawls under my skinthe “ghuttan” of volcanoes insidethe “qasak” of unsaid words health monitors fluctuateon a wild hunt for “qaraar”drop down in exhaustionYet refuse to flatten the lineThere’s more to come…. W3 Poetry Prompt #232
cool windscool fashion callscool quotient built - pagesof fashion mags invite not socool cash W3 Prompt #231 P.S. This season in India is more about festivals and weddings that call for glamour. Autumn is not a fallen leaf, but a season that inspires runway looks.
Hey, you twinkling, shining starTell me what you think of us How do you feel when cuties sing?Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star…Do you keep the game upunseen in harsh sunlightto please those tiny soulsor shrug it off as inanity? Hey, you twinkling, shining starTell me what you think when Someone looks up in searchof someone they … Continue reading Hey, you twinkling, shining star
I hold my cup up to the skyA drink to quench impossible thirstIt pours in stories, on the sly Ambrosia meant for gods – but why?I wait for life on Earth to burstI hold my cup up to the sky A privilege divine, meant to denyinsights to denizens of EarthIt pours in stories, on the … Continue reading It’s only a longing
A poem trapped in yellowing pages callshow readers interpret, induces new thoughtsaccretion of layers on a moment's expressionDynamic formats fit - but what's authentic? how readers interpret, induces new thoughtsA poem enriched, yet starved of its soulDynamic formats fit - but what's authentic?Collective experience changes the world A poem enriched, yet starved of its soulA … Continue reading TRAPPED POEM
the final year grade sheetonce applaudedyellowing in old files the name on the epitaphmy favorite teacheracknowledges the flowers she does not have my number savedwe used to visit each otherunannounced new buildings mockmemories buriedbeneath development W3 Prompt #227
