A picture on the mantelpieceglorified with flowers and candlesappears to look at mefrom all directionsmockingmy bad memoryI forgot to buy a garlandin my struggle with Google Mapsand finding my wayto this consecrated temple the unquestioning devotionthe silence of deep sorrowmakes me hunt for wordsto eulogize her departed existenceI manage to brush a few memoriesappropriate ones … Continue reading A Condolence Visit
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
A tyrant ruled a village, hoarding food while the people starved. The villagers spoke in hushed tones, their words swallowed by fear. One elder, unimpressed by their inaction and silence, struck a great drum in the square. Its lamprophony thundered across the valley, summoning every villager to act. The tyrant fled, and his cronies surrendered. … Continue reading The Core of a Rebel
We won’t talk about this. They did not sayjust indicated with dark indifferenceShe wondered about the change of stanceIt was something she always knewThey disliked her impudence, or maybefeared she might cross boundaries again-boundariesshe had never stayed within… Why did she come around? they thoughtwhen she knows her unacceptabilityWhy does she peep into their inadequaciesor … Continue reading Silence
The door of the trash chute shut with a shriek, but she could hear the thud of the previous year’s calendar made of thick, glossy paper falling on the ground. It was a year she preferred to erase from memory, but was sure that echoes from the past would disturb the fresh musical notes she … Continue reading Tides of joy, or ….
The whistle pierced the silence as the train slid into the deserted platform. No lamps glowed, no voices stirred—only shadows stretched across cracked tiles. From the carriages stepped passengers cloaked in mist, their eyes shimmering like distant stars. They were not of flesh but of memory, spirits of forgotten stories, inviting curiosity about their unseen … Continue reading Forgotten Stories
The map in my hand glows with certainty, its arrow unwavering; yet every path I choose threatens to disembark me. I walk anyway, trusting momentum over intuition. The wind translates my intentions into a poem, but scatters my signals like static. Still, something in the distance keeps calling—soft, patient, as if it knew I would … Continue reading Disembarked
Someone pushed me from the deck,and the world tiltedair fled my lungs,the bridge behind me crumbled into dust,and the ship sailed onas if I had never stood upon it. In the hush beneath the surface,a force gathered itself from currents,slowly taking form.On the far bank, it rose a silhouette I knew before I sawIt is … Continue reading Back and Forth
witnessa slice of soulcraving for a dark shroudto bury an unfulfilled wishit failsto see inadequacy oftattered human fabricstark nakednessmocks grace Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #43 - Ekphrastic
Conscience lies buried beneath last winter’s choiceshibernating for lack of choice or assumed helplessnessmurmuring through frost as if remembering a path once taken.I follow its faint warmthawaiting a call whena moment of thaw becomes truthand truth becomes direction. Quadrille #238
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