Thinking of starting Blake soon, as Wislawa is coming to an end. 😓 While Emily still evades me As Whitman stays happily aloof Hoping to...

A man crossing a road At crossroads with life- unsure which shore or side he belongs, if any Dodging the speeding cars easier to escape...

In sound, in silence in music and in poetry In thought, in passion in dreams and in action In bondage, in emotion in company and in...

No more worrying over right, wrong or a decision too difficult to make in the dichotomy of morality or sense Days, dates, democracy,...

You can't sleep I remain awake Tossing, turning unto itself each wave in the sea roaring at the moon hung up unflinching indifferent to...

Even-ing Mills winding away in distance Sentries guarding the horizons (as if) As the dusk tries to sneak past The last rays of the Sun...

Bottles of varying shapes and sizes flavours based in their roots or rotting Chemical signature only slightly tweaked potency signified...

Yet another day gone past time Sun has set upon horizons nonexisting to live the myth again and again of yet another sunrise and sunset...

Back-to-back meetings days devoured by schedules Hours reduced to mere boxes on a coloured sheet Weeks cloaked  into rows months crammed...

To draw breath from the unceasing pool of the formless, colourless, oft odourless to become the one drawing lines around self Boundaries...

From beyond the crevices of cosmos when memories of Big Bang were alive and up close Born in the craters of distant galaxies, bearing the...

Standing tall and upright, a symbol of confidence and poise Making way at times through flotsam of fears, crawling Face practised to not...

Only a fraction or less distinct, from the ones still unsure of their past, present and future and roaming about the wilds Wondering what...

Not the buildings high up reaching the skies Not the thick volumes lining libraries Not even the patients indispensable otherwise It is...

Just the shades of green too many to name Fragrance of each flower yet to reach memory Blue of the sky changing hues each minute Even the...

Untrapped by words or verses dodging all the paints and brushes Refusing to be tamed by the tactics of pince-nez Leaving the mere curious...

Walls of affection roof of longing Home of love warmth of company All the ploys of the weak yet to find Whole to a fault that's each life

Light playing upon darkness, a futile attempt at dodging death Every line, each gesture kept past the need for embalming or surviving the...

Monday follows Sunday Night tagging sunset Birth unsure and death untimely framed in the dial of timekeeping Take any month, any day and...

Scaling mountains roping-in peaks Crossing cold continents barefeet Trying to read, understand and feel A poem from another age and...