A Shoes Poem
words are there thoughts are not thoughts are there words are not soul protest mind in unison (but) am now powerless superhero waiting for the power to reincarnate petrichored moon light crescent hiding my pale face with darkness brontide at horizon near the 42 heard not realized listened not felt The 42 is a residential … Continue reading Empty Refill & Pen
Sometimes we cannot feel self...we question self...
Janmastami sky blanketed; lights of city making it red The Park Street 42 color in tri-color glittering flouroscently 'morrow is Independence Day, seventieth it will be. Serenity of calmness beckoning to write something blue. A day passed; a year subtracted from the forever promised. The thoughts are riding fast; Aix is far still it is … Continue reading 14th August
FIRST OF ALL THIS POEM WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN the whisper of stars muffled by clouds the breeze of early night is dry though slowly softly city humdrum slowing the tired breath of my week end soul yearning for the caress of calmness; to lie down immobile & comatose. I shut, after a fight … Continue reading Unwanted Poem
Wet petrichored psithurism echo As the night strikes another hour. Mud & dust over the grave washed Waiting for the dead to rise. Full the moon is, but, the clouds, Pregnant with water, hiding it. Deads will (though) rise from graves 'cause this moment is death next tick As the coming will follow it.
Daily Prompt: Non-Spicy The monsoon breeze is calm The sleep is yet to come. The moon is bright E'thing silver light. A Bengali childhood rhyme Taking me back to lost time. The one on a wedding (Where)Elephant & horse dancing. What a sight I can't say All I gather is royal & gay. Like Stevenson … Continue reading Moondust