Affair of a Trivial Sunday Morning

A different pattern of poem writing I tried. There was a silence I found self lieng in. A silence that was rising from the waking up Sunday drooling bypass below, running infront house; A silence that was loiterring over the vale of Sweat soaked long-used mattress or is it this Monotonous humdrumed life that's basking … Continue reading Affair of a Trivial Sunday Morning


Empty Refill & Pen

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