Her luscious versesshrivelled and diedunspoken, unwritten,on the tree of diffidence.
She collects moonbeams in a jarTo sew a seamless silver scarf That would artfully hide her ugly scars.
Makar Sankranti is approaching and the kites are already out. All I expected was a gustto help me airborneI am still soaringI feel the breeze light on my faceThen I become the windUntil a tugholds me in place.My dance with the wind.
Hope leaves a shimmering trail, even while fleeing from the army of the shadows of despair
She stayed just for a while then melted away leaving a luminous trail leading my soul that lost it’s way back to the path of light.
There were boulders of many sizes and forms near the marsh. As I leapt from one to other adjusting my position for some photographs of the faraway hills, I stumbled, but thankfully regained my balance before I toppled into the water. When I scrolled through those photographs, words […]
November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 18 The clouds looked like soft clumps of cotton. One would playfully nudge the other, inching away or closer, contorting into varied shapes. She rests upon her soft down the bud of spring, dreaming of leaves and fragrance within even as […]
In one of my earlier letters to my love, I wrote that I love the ocean and watching the waves crashing against the rocks. He wrote back that he has never seen waves crashing against rocks. Instead this is what he saw. Rocks becoming onewith the ocean,under the […]
Saint, where is your halo?Were you not born with one?It shone bright then.First you lost faithYou left it where it fellIn that vast field of struggle.Your halo dimmedSo did your hope,When you killed your dream.Cynical and skepticalRuled by need and greed.From Saint to a sinnerNo more halo now.Now […]