A Space for Reflections and Musings
No movement on the streets, none in the mind,bored exhalations and sweaty palms with no work,production lines of every day's metrics wallowingwith bodies of beehive workers collapsed in distances,not a sight nor a sign nor a sound nor a shuffle, all just restwaiting for some respite in the sweltering summer heat. Lull in the halls... Continue Reading →
Fruit basket full on the dining table,Racket of the mixer grinder and herQuestions from the kitchen—remindersOf the trips to home and back,Lie on the couch and slack, while lovinglyAppeared on the table in front,Juices, snacks, and a magazine, a softPlonk on the other end and a gentleTouch to the feet; such were the pleasures ofSummers... Continue Reading →
Has it ever occurred to you,Lying on the bed on a Monday night,What would it really feel likeTo receive jade-coloured bottle,Tightened with a cork and made of glassAnd enclosing a tiny piece of paperAnd nothing else? Wouldn’t it be strange if that bottle,Jade-coloured bottle, yes, just appearBy the windowsill and just sit there?Staring at the... Continue Reading →
At the beginning of eons, an expansion ensuedWhat was clumped, swiftly spread apart,For ages the universe sprawled itself likeRelaxing on the bed on a Sunday morning,There was always enough space, and thereAlways will be ample time to bask at ease,Just as the heat dissipated and life beganSo would the chance for all of us to... Continue Reading →
Wind-swept by the lighthouse, black shapes Unsheathed in the pellets of rain, jaded hearts Undaunted by the sea’s inclemency; their embrace Opened up to the turquoise inquisition, lashing Claws at eternity’s rocks, breaking shards a sign Of pent-up resentment; bitterness echoing To the thunder above and underneath a leaden sky Rain sympathized with a fervor... Continue Reading →
Photo by Lisa Fotios from Pexels “The world is not something static, irredeemably given by a natural language. When language is re-imagined the world expands with it.”Veronica Forrest-Thomson, Poetic Artifice: A Theory of Twentieth Century Poetry Link to the poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/143680/through-the-looking-glass Writing this review seems to be inviting a direct admonition from the poet since in her own words... Continue Reading →
Your warmest smile inundates my shores,Your voice a carapace for my fears,Ebbing towards me from miles afarClaims a sigh and a longing for more,Perhaps aspects that we hold so dearIn the realm of this ephemeral art,Where signals and cameras transmit woeAnd noise is a deafening silence,Where happiness counts its interestAnd dividends go pending as vows.... 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 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 →
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