Heights

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

Easter

Easter celebrationsunite families, friendsstormy bonds replaced bymisty-eyed hope Abhanga in response to 24 Seasons Poetry Challenge

Silent support

extinguishcold, dark memoriestranquil dawn say goodbyeto the dark night andhazy moon winds blow silentlyto facilitate bold flightsas birds enter clouds 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge

Shrinking attentions spans – Less than a goldfish

Long back, we achieved the dubious distinction of having lower attention spans (7-8 seconds) than that of a goldfish (9 seconds). The poor goldfish attracted some unwanted publicity here. Attention spans are important for students and communicators. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder is only one of the many problems we face today. Commercially, content creators need … Continue reading Shrinking attentions spans – Less than a goldfish

A New Year

a rabbit holean exit dooror light of dawn?I question intenttired ofcatching up with life Reena's Xploration Challenge #312

Who typed this on my screen?

Blank pages are less scarythan this transparentalmost invisible creatureoccupying my thinking room I throw ink on itits super-absorbent bodyconsumes the intentthrows out wordsin jets and squirtsbut stays out of sight I want to know its nameBut silence greets meHorror…Who typed these words on my screenWhile I was away? I am but a mediumI don’t know … Continue reading Who typed this on my screen?

Behind the windows

I dream of a house with red brick walls with several windows, and a story behind each window. Who are these people calling out to me? And why me? I offer them a ladder to step out, but they are unable to see beyond the wall. Weeks later, I walk into an art exhibition with … Continue reading Behind the windows

Tomorrow morning

Don’t wake upby aerosonic boomsor imagine bombingsomewhere therebad weather causessnowing on television screensworld news not interrupted Tomorrow morningsnow people into believingit was a bad dreamWar happensonly when a victorycan fetch votesnot otherwise Quadrille #191 at dVerse

Following the Muse

I was working on the Thanksgiving theme and found a beautiful poem. ORIGINAL POEM AS IF TO DEMONSTRATE AN ECLIPSEby Billy Collins I pick an orange from a wicker basketand place it on the tableto represent the sun.Then down at the other enda blue and white marblebecomes the earthand nearby I lay the little moon … Continue reading Following the Muse

Behind the scenes

loud mind-beats disrupt quietEach person wondering…What are others pondering?A dollar for your thoughtslet me sell you something, but what? strategy wrapped as ideology?business disguised as a revolution?unsheathed hunger for powercleverly masked as a savior? devices, apps are only toolsyou don’t see you are wiredyou press fake buttons to playfollow our commands to staywithin the periphery … Continue reading Behind the scenes