Balm

To whisper into the void And ask for the breeze to carry it into the clouds, To calm the racing thoughts And trust the way the river flows, To write secrets against the skin And confirm the ink fades its etches, To make a pact with every beat of the heart And break word with...

Strife

When pauses get a lifeand the going gets hard,does the tone get bold,or do we spare our breath?When lines carve into fleshand guises etch wounds,does the echo get its say,or does the hush stifle all?When events decide to existand reality transpires as it does,does courage stay dutch,or do we bargain for a nerve?When things decide...

This or that?

Is it the tremble? Or the faltered step? Is patience ever the key? Or rather indifference? Are singularities ever rewarding? Or do generics reign the day? Does anyone ever know? Or are we aces at 'pretend'? Is it those that speak not And endure and go on That fret the least? Or is it them...

Synapse.

Of bags that weigh a ton, And trinkets that hold a smile. Of muddied poignancies, And grins that are worth a dime Of parched turmoils, And caustic nights, balmy when on mute. Of mercurial words, And sombre steps Of silences unbroken, And hamartias errant Of pauses too deep, And thoughts, synaptic. Of journeys that start,...

Vulnerability.

Tear drenched pages, And memoirs of a haunt, The refuge of darkness, And the sombre gaze, Canopied mane, And the downcast sight, The trembling lips And the steely breath, Rushed nerves, And the fervent thoughts, The chutzpah of pain, And the echoes of diffidence, Ephemeral realities, With the wisdom of a lie, Merging greys that...

If only..

As the embers freeze and the dew swelters, As the shards embrace and words kill Some days like this, When senses override thoughts And memories loom As decisions haunt; When nothing changes yet affect hopes, And cognition ponders As regret battles truth yonder. Some days like this, When lines get blurred And ink is bled...

Life of a skeptic

When the sun goes hiding And the stars gaze down, When clouds embrace their darkness And the sky canopies the wayfarer; When the lamps fade out, And the ones in flight rest their wings; When most souls pace their breaths And sleep away their toil, When silence takes a hushed reign And the cogs come...

Thunderstorms

Words unsaid Thoughts undone, Memories unfettered, And Reminders unbound. Starry nights ungazed, Tears uncried, Hollow barks, And rooted trees. Stones and rocks, Ebony-black, Unfazed, undaunted Swept ashore; Raging waves In silent harmony, Tired and fallen, As lost legacies kiss feet. Identities and storms, In furores over existence. Of the created and the Creator, Of obeisance...

Ballad of the Forest

Daily Prompt: ForestCanopies that hide songs,Carpets that pervade miles,Barks that crunch footsteps,And roars that split asunder,Cracks in the prism,Flame-quenched oceans,Parched nomads,And withered terrains.Forests of the wild,A Schrodinger's cat,Alive yet dead.Miles across,With glittering ensemble,And swirling smoke,Tiles that crunch footsteps,And breaths that steal life.Cracks in the prism,Icy gusts that seep in cold,Parched throats,And wrinkled souls.Forests of cement,A...

Stormy Tides

Daily Prompt: Tide Frantic waves that beckon the rock And the receding shore that eludes its grasp, The only anchor, sunk to the bottom. Victim to the years of corrosion, The metal turns dust. The rage and furore of the crashing tides, The swirling foam adding to the edginess, Evasive hands, with lifeboats none The...