Archive for July 2012:

Caravanserai

Swatches of half captured
Cadences stitched in memory
Steeplechase in annals
Of mind’s figments

What is real, what not
Has now become a moot
point as I leaf through sepia
images iron branded by time

time’s paucity renders
me more loquacious and
also mute as I commune
with the dweller within

memory tends to play
hide and seek, I jump rope
with passing events jotting
fleeting images~ relativity speaking

I move, I am standstill
I have time in my pocket
Time is sliding past
It waits for none

Life is a conundrum
I am a gamer
Bring it on
takes two to tango

Torment

painting : roots by Frida Kahlo

Evening here falls with magic and torment.
A paradox of whispers in the mouth of the sky~ Tim Buck

Torment

Off the cuff
Breezes
Butterfly winged
Tease tantalize
Kissing leafy desires
Hovering wantonly
Giving
Withdrawing ~

Longings elongate
Matching
Tentacle shadows’
Inky thrusts
Torment renting
playful spirit~

Taking off
Casing supine
Spirit
Journeys
Into the cruel
Mouth of sky
Nightly
Scintillating~

Magic
transports
Unicorn astride
Star to star
Eyes seek
Absent beloved
Hunter quarry
Chase’s
Thrill~

Newborn
Dawning
Mirrors
What I seek
In reality, resides
Within
Viewer and view
Are the same
Perceptually ~

Alignment

Colluding elements
Conferred
Aligned

Chakras balanced
Light coursed
Chi in force

Tweaked mind’s
Hasty remind
Worries disregard

Loosening grip
Life was a trip, gripe free,
Lifted grips for nouveau trip

Palms

“Moments without Borders” ~ Gina Moreno

Palms

Gently

Gingerly

Tenderly

Palms cupping

moments

Without  borders

To capture

Bliss

for

eternity~

 

Swallow


painting is by Chitra Ganesh

Swallow

Into swallowing
Not my finest
Moments layering
On ego deflated~

declaring : inflations are not
of my own making~

inflections neither
are inferences
and I speak not
irreverently~

Emphasis drills ditches
I may enjoy
Skimming cream
Off boiled milk~

Skimming other
Surfaces is just
Not
my thing~

Bottom feeder I am not
Enjoy going deep
Delving into life’s
Mysteries~

Second innings
afforded another shot
At living~
Willing player
I be~

Migrating seasonally
Mate swallow returns
summers, summering
humoring becoming my thing~

loneliness makes a strange
bedfellow yet I love
my solitary time with me~
no complaints issuing~

swallow is one
letter more than wallow
~ wallow packs
a wallop~

words gallop
in my head
I pick and choose
Reining some

Giving head
To only those
Few that gambol
Playfully tantalizing breezily~

~

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