The Original Book

the universe writes storieson unread pagesin unreachable spacesfluttering through centuries inhabitants of the worldevolve literary formsfor different speciesin different languages entangled in their own talesreinvent the wheelwithout knowingwhat the original looked like I feel unsureif pages of the Original Bookremain untouched;or compel the authorto revise notes What Do You See

Revival

Have you seen that hardened matriarch, the female boss, or a single woman whom we address by different derogatory names? They are generally seen as mood spoilers or wet blankets on others’ enthusiasm. What makes them whatever they are today? Maybe this figure was an enthusiastic woman at some stage, brimming with ideas and wanting … Continue reading Revival

Stitching the Moon

craters inside me-retchunable to eject venomintensifyingfor centuries borrowed lightwashes meevery nightyet I awaitthe Magic Detox revolutions around Godgather darknessthen seek revengeby revealing the night’s secrets-Alien footstepstear me further apart It’s time to scatter myselfstitch shadows againinto a wispy wholeeliminating lightand all those secretsstolen by rocketsand the night What Do You See #236

Unlimited

sunlightilluminatespotential to coveruntouched ground; mind smiles silentlywatch mecover more than you dare to reachthe world is my oysterutilize mypower What Do You See

Offence is the best defence

nonchalancecongenialityassumed expressionsfor acceptability I keep a watchto find faulthold it againstachievementsyou take pride in I’ll prick balloonsbefore you pierce maskswith unapologetic honesty sometimesoffenceis the best defence What Do You See

Fiction

I locked the past and threw away the key. Some other people came looking for it to extend and exploit history. They reinvented me, but this version (past + imagined) has nothing to do with the real me. I look at the image in the mirror which is not mine. The key has again landed … Continue reading Fiction

Don’t wait

don'tjust waitforeverexpress emotions-while we still breathe, can shed a teargraveyards are notorious for their eery silence What Do You See