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ancient cities

Feet
veer
involuntarily
towards ancient
cities, sites
…other beginnings
with wind driven
dust ….stirring….
~
Mind
feeling tremulous
awakenings
In snatches
of faint
remembrances
and I find myself
splitting into multitudes
~
heeding
ghostly beckoning
get drawn pell mell
by heavily lined
eyes
enfolding
in velvety swirls
of endless mazes

nostrils
pleasurably
crinkle
inhaling
attar and
incense wafting
tantalizingly
in winding souks
..
in
accompaniment
of soft laughter
followed by tiny
tinkling feet
encased
in silver
anklets
mesmerizingly
drawing
..

image of Marrakech Morocco souk is from google

night

Night’s
my time
as day
takes a breather
propped on haunches
and magic begins
thralling….
..
walls stairs
rest peaked ears
vocalizing
in creaky
soft footfalls
…..stirring
..
latent
fears weave
in out of lairs
as dreams
enchantingly
lattice
bringing to fruition
day’s abject
suffocated
longings

night
yes night
that’s
my
time
~

slap happy

Faint
wraithlike
Butterflies
tie
gut in knots
ever in denial
I delude self
reiterating ‘tis
naught…
conning brain
with mouthwatering
diversions
until
heaviness
of stupor
unfurls
Unknotting
insides
amidst
lip
smacking
burps
..

complacency

kismet
never allowed
complacence
to
nestle
in belly
whenever
it
home-steaded
t’was booted
out with
alacrity
..
non-plussed
am not
….life is but a game
at this point..am a gamer
playing hand dealt
… I may squirm
roll eyes a bit
but what the heck
at game’s end
everyone sleeps
in same chess box

image : google

 

winter’s bone

incorrigible heart
continues digging
for winter’s bone
hope on loose leash
heart is a lonely hunter
ornery quarry being
tantalizingly just out
of stretched hand’s
reach and such is
life’s journey
..

on an eternal quest
for whatever the case
maybe … my epitaph
shall read if there was one
dates marking birth demise
would be meaningless
….it will solely be, was
and shall always be about
the dash that was chockfull
of rip roaring adventures

physical metaphysical
spiritual and each varied
experience was a hoot
beginning to end …so what
if karma’s blows brought me
to my knees at times…indomitable
spirit stayed buoyant pennants
breezily flying …and that’s how my
life’s journey has rolled .. a mad
dash from pillar to post

..

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