‘How many hairs on the palm
of your hand?’ my father used to ask
waiting to note, whether I would look.
‘None!’ gullible little me would reply
as he smiled asserting the quest
was in itself indeed the first
sign … CONTINUE READING »
Addicted
Little shivers down the spine tingle
sacrum arousing shaky senses,
as heated veins convey rampant tides
of blood through flustered vessels
sparking rare incendiary perceptions,
of aliveness, igniting nerves, violin chords
vibrating to reverberate idiosyncrasies,
delusional sensations, merely grounded
on … CONTINUE READING »
Creating sounds
Muteness creates sounds, warning perils
as hyenas shrewdly approach shelters,
expressing needs of thirst and hunger
when lands run dry and fruits perish,
chanting instincts sparked by seasons
eliciting mating overtures inspired,
drawing pictures on cave walls
to indelibly report, … CONTINUE READING »
Carnal identity
The casing we cling onto so greatly
reassures us that indeed we do exist,
for our impalpable spirit
at times, appears merely a dream.
Our eyes in which we look so deep
as if attempting to grasp the within,
shining … CONTINUE READING »
Undo me
Take me into your arms
show me the Universe,
shelter me from deception
talk to me wordlessly,
in our vernacular language
breath to my rhythm,
until breathing becomes useless,
decant your abstractions
into my mind as it evanesces,
pour your … CONTINUE READING »
Enfeebled
Spent by the reading of news
alas never really new, returning
countries allegedly posing threats
not as much to humans as, to concepts
overused words exalting freedom
and democracy, a reason justifying
aircrafts dropping bombs in regions
most can’t even … CONTINUE READING »
Exception
I have long sailed the endless river
of time from its dawn, to its dusk and saw
the bright blinding filaments and walls
of the intricately intertwined web
encompassing all.
Flowing through the scorching
plasmatic essence of its beginnings
I … CONTINUE READING »
Umbrellaless
Earth’s canopy is pouring water
on its yearning carpets of brown,
as the dried foliage rustling under
my feet mutates into a slippery mire,
exhaling scents of wetlands blending
with city vapours arising from the hard
grey mantels of asphalt … CONTINUE READING »
Conceptions
My birth was an infinite hazard slowly
suddenly sparked by a singularity, dense,
blazingly intense, warm womb of everything
to be to become, pitch black smaller than a pea
induced to expand, quantum fluctuations,
give to acquire space, to grow, … CONTINUE READING »
The Labyrinth of time
While Ariadne held the clew
for Theseus to find his way,
a thread to escape the labyrinth
where the Minotaur was slayed,
Persephone awaited spring
to part from Hades and arise
from the underworld blossom
flora to earthlings jubilation,
Penelope … CONTINUE READING »