My thoughts are hands holding a concept Just see how they are leaving me now…. “Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you” - Inspirationfeed/Pinterest My thoughts are handsHolding a concept, an idea, a faceMuse-tendrils like hair beams supported by fingersMinutes uncounted in ridges Afternoon of sortsGrey indications and […]
1 Examining Urban Landscape on Realities vis-a-vis Our Dreams A Poetry of Possibilities “I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”—John Lenon Dream. Dream. […]
10 Muddy the Shallow Because it’s Never Late……How Easy it is to Find Base in Shallow Water “The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”― Albert Einstein How easy it is toFind base in shallow waters,Transparency circumference-ingAround the ankle,Feet touching pebbles strewn around,Sometimes […]
That well lit Sky Bulb Of how sun makes her part of a glory. “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of […]
Metro-Where speeding life halts Pillar leaning on the staircase The pillar leaning on the staircaselifeless,Air’s lung a proliferating concoctionof tired breadths,Tiles fitted between grids carry storiesonly walls knowWalls of conduits, witness to human shadows diminished by nocturnal glare, Time 9:48pmThe last one moves in,The grid shakes,But earth doesn’t quake— Time to carry the dead. The apparition […]
Soul Forest has a lodge deep inside The Timber sings the song of Yore Soul Forest-There’s a lodge deep inside the forestThe timbre sings the songs of yoreThe broken panes tell the talesFloor gathered moss galore. The morning sun fights to reachThe lodge covered with tall greensThe chirpy soloist sits on the roofWhen the moon […]
A watery stream in my drey I take care not to step…. My world, my secret dreyWhere I enter to dream,Every time but I check my dreyI step on a watery stream,I take care not to stepYet, it draws me in,My soar feet all wetHealed by circling depthsOh! so keen, My cardboard lifeDamp and dimPeeling […]
Autumn Your Sweet fragrance conspire Slippers lose memory by the Doorway The tongue carries the taste of rainYou, the scent of deathDousing the fire, your sweetfragrance conspireCloud-kitchen churns in-uteroFrost-o-bedYour sweet fragrance conspire Slippers lose memory by the doorway,Bare foot a prick of dew,Living in the pages of a favouritebook,Sleeves soaked in pining anew, The slow […]
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See If you ask me, ‘where were you’? I will answer, ‘why? here’ — If you ask me, ‘where were you’?You will mean, where my mind was,I will answer, ‘why? here’ — But will have travelled to the stars,Hovered around meteors and clung to the milky ways, when they showered on the globe,Slipping down on hue-abstracted drenched earth,When you […]
