Home

Someday I'll call this too homeMaybe home isnt borne of a state of belonging as it is of nostalgiaMaybe it isnt as much the people as it is the smells they carryThe organized chaosThe sense of having once been

To my muse

I miss you From perfunctory prose to prosaic poetryFrom try hard rhymes to wanabe blank verses I Have traversed and combed through this wreckage of literatureGoing back time and again to yester yearsTo a time when I was mere vectorI miss you and your banter I miss the thoughts conjuredBut more so I miss the …

My mother once said

Years are just numbers and what are numbers if not arbitary ? Instead of a bamboo, some a stiff oak might be And when mighty storms come, they'll break easily. It's okay to tred through paths of life always checking and with uncertainty: Cautious steps also mistakes make but a hasty foot treads less gently …

It’s not the fairytales we wish for

Just the possibility of one..

The Tempest

Fear not the loss of egoOr the spite of societyThat mocks those that bow -A bent spine is not a broken oneOr worse still- one that never existed.In strife there must be a loser Yet fear not the battles one must fightFear not the warsAnd the tides that climb high;For ebbs and flows are the …

What is beauty

If not graceAnd simplicity Is Stability justA state to be in? Is it wishful fantasy ... What is calmIf not the eye of the storm. Judgement and longingAre they reflections of realityOr projections of our own uncertainty? Aren't most questions in essence RudimentaryAwaiting pre-thought answers uncounciously? Is everything essentially All that what you want it …

Musings

Can my ideas intended for evoking a response Do just that? Are my thoughts... provoking? Have you felt envy's pinch for letters Strung out on a whim. Are you like me, Questioning whether your ideals swim in pools of grey; Or are you in search for unfamiliar ways. Have you come across opinions guised as …

Doctor

In shades of white martyred to reds In the spill of blood and sweat Whole, merciless and unforgiving, This passion can set you ablaze Literally, figuratively & symbolically... Amidst it all is A confession to make- a realization perhaps- It was never about mere designation; My dereliction of duty Means betrayal to self, It was …

Hello best friend , I know you from the internet

I've known you a while Seen you through lenses; Separate worlds and yet our tastes aligned- I made sure your every obsession was also Mine. It's not just about liking or loving;Anything and everythingIs for keeps. Fans.. fanatics... fantasiesFantastic they say... Got a rehabFor this obessions of you I've made ? Obsessions nay, religion rather …

Uniquely Yours.

How many posts do I readBefore I post one of my own. Shared battles and ideals meet,Sometimes I wonder who was the original clone. Identification equates acceptance,A lack of the latterAn artist creates. Permutations of 26: Myriad sounds; In the end, the same tales narrate. . . . . Why?