A Space for Reflections and Musings
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels "Roasted duck and red wine" would've been mymost preferred order if I had gone out tonight;possibly with a best friend, or with a strange date,perhaps catching up on lost love, or trying to findsomething new, something fresh—a zing in the bland,a ting amidst the silence, this permeating, growingsilence that envelops us as it... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pexels by Dan Hamill Gently it moves beneath the hull, creaseson a white piece of paper sift through the stream,creating ripples, breaking the surface tensionthat distance brings upon bonds held together bychocolate threads; sweet but cold, only way to keepmind on matters fresh while the stink rises fromthe stale; still cold, held together... Continue Reading →
Look through the window, watch it swayin the April breeze; when it's still it exudesa certain sense of grace, and when it dances,hearts beat to its beats, eyes dart where it moves,breaths ease into a tune, love finds a bed to rest,and I turn to my room in a dream—desertedas the street, dust plays its... Continue Reading →
Photo by Lucian Petronel Potlog from Pexels Relinquish your fears and come by my side,Kiss me on the lips and feel my skin;We live our lives wild in the danger café. In the dark house of splendid isolationWere born the raconteurs of the hour,Telling stories of frothy beachesAnd trekking in the snow-capped hills;By the fire of the kitchen... Continue Reading →
Where I'm from, birds never sing goodbye,Deserted streets adorned by springtime hueWait for our once mirthful spirits to pass by. Ignored all facts and believed their lies,Sacrifices adorned the morning like winter dew;Where I'm from, birds never sing goodbye. Brave were they, who chose to fight and tryAgainst the storm that raged incessant and now... Continue Reading →
Run.Run while you are still unmarkedBy the black cloud that huntsFor your flesh, the storm that devoursSelectively. You're not safe.Today the arrow points at them,Tomorrow your embers will bear witnessTo ashen trepidation's mane;Escape.Leave everything behind.Nothing is yours. Nothing is ours.Indelible or not, it will erode,Every sign of our life, all will beUnmarked.
Photo by Netaly Reshef from Pexels How do I describe these attemptsTo define my trajectory?How do I ascertain my claimTo my destiny?Once upon a time, I held a MirrorTo whom I showed myself with a glintIn my eyes, firm smile, upright chest,To whom I boldly proclaimed my name,Prodigious child of the East, a phenomenonTo whom life's path was... Continue Reading →
Photo by Alex Smith from Pexels Preserve me, restore me, remember me.I was a warrior of old, forgottenThrough the passing of an age,Not even an epitaph on my grave.Light dapples its way to my home,An earthly mound sheathed by bladesOf green, by the passing breeze waveTo folks, I am obscured;Like pebbles on a river bedUnseen, unheard of, yet... Continue Reading →
Usurper of gullible eyes,Bearing a pocket full of lies,Comes around at noon, stays overTill the moon, flirts with soulsBuys and sells them like flies,Brandishes contracts out of thin air.Oligarch of garlanded thieves,Filters words through a sieve,Actions muted by a moot campaignSends fools on a marshy lane,Sends them scampering for gold,Archives their souls within a mould.Angel... Continue Reading →
Photo by Oleg Magni from Pexels Munching on a sandwich;You had said you would come for meHad sworn on an apostrophe,Belled the cat and drove awayLeft a trail in my wake,Mind at ease, I counted a stitch. Iterative calls and biting nailsI admired a view, hardly a trail,Stationery, waiting for my Holy Grail,First mistake: vials knocked overIn haste,... Continue Reading →
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