~ Jigsaws of Existence

Soaking in the mystic moonlightStood my inherited hourglass-Oh so haughtily,looked upon the new moonAs if in reminderOf its phases to build; only to shed.As candles illuminate the darkest nightsBlazing with fury, yet disappearing into their calm-Oh what power; to juggle sorrow and solaceAnd yet what a disgrace to beBuilt, burnt and batteredIn the brightest hour...

~ Scattered & Scripted – Saturdays

6:30 a.m.My eyes blink open on the second Saturday of the monthOwing to the weekend hangover of the weekday hustle.I instantly shut my eyes tight  to return to the dream I hadMoments before reality shook me awake – summoning theAlternate universe with all the strength I had, to live in a world of peaceFor the...

~Pollen Grains

This spring brought me the fragrance of NovemberWhile dusting off my bookshelf drowning in pollen,Appalled; sighing upon this breezy replacementWords turned audience to this wistful exchange.The hands of the clock ticked into nostalgiaSweeping across the numbers-Passing seconds in minutes and years in decades,Oh naïve hands; have you forgotten what calendars can do?Restless remains of the...

~ Corners Of The Room

A combination of logic and blueprints set up by fateOh these corners tell so many tales,Disguised in layers; a paradox they createOf separation, attachment and multiple trails.Dimensions apart destined to never meetThey have witnessed several tears and brawls,A confessional for some, an applause for another feat,While for others they’re just pillars to gradient walls.Extending across...

~Riddle Me This

Riddle me this if you wouldAmong fantasies and illusionsWhat would you choose if you could? Strings of the past or intuitive conclusionsSpinning into whirlpools of dubiety,Among illusions and fantasies Dodging the wrath of the societyTo shield the existence of the eccentricSpinning into whirlpools of dubiety,Mirroring each other- oh is it a trick?Literal it appears; a...

~Literal Dimensions.

Deep in the oceans swimming beneath are traces of peaceUnder the surface of Earth are sparks waiting to ignite,Beneath your skin and mineThere are scars, healing, and struggling to fight,Deep within us are broken hearts claiming to be fine.Hidden behind our words are tales infiniteBeyond the expanse of our sentences lies a different horizon,Soaking in...

~Silver Lining?

Can you hear the whispers of Mother Earth? Can you hear her sigh from this chaotic dearth? It’s almost as if this was part of a plan all along, The lyrics of a pandemic made way for Mother Earth’s song. They say to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, Perhaps the existing...

~ Blue Moons

Standing in a whirlpool of alphabets I stand still as they mock me, The letters hit me faster than deep regrets And yet I fail to hold onto them, oh their taunting spree. I see them all around Everything and everywhere-no limits bound, Tales on their faces, tales in their words Tales as they set...

~Of words and scribbles

A closed up journal waiting to be filled with words and scribbles; to be read within codes of their own identity discoveries to be made of their cryptic bubbles. It's been penned and scribbled against for several times with weapons of thoughts; yet the abstract might seem fazed out as the pages remain empty, robbed...

~Oh, these words.

Aimless conversations and sentences; broken, Emotions spun and expressions woven, Such little can be said in time immense, I knew there was more to this dramatic suspense. These threads of letters are all that I know, All that I can keep; all that I can show, Hidden beneath layers of hesitance, The crumpled sheets on...