Pursuit of Happiness You miss rain on a day like this, the first raindrop splattering on the broken twigs as roots slowly drown into the soil for a new life, a new beginning as if someone just hit a reset button. There is a sense of home in the emanating petrichor from the first rain that hits your skin. I do not know what it carries; sadness or happiness or longing for a familiar touch. You talk in the strangest times about things that keep flooding your mind. Of all the…
Underneath my skin there's a different human with gouged eyes and slashed tongues, rage chafed throat and cookie cutter wounds. Ecstasy destined for my lips ebbed away before it's waves touched my shore. My tongue taste pumpkin spiced nightmares with triumph like a numb hangman with decayed insides, piercing screams that turns him deaf amidst four walls of a death cell every day, and in it's juxtaposition, lies the panoramas of the metropolis where cinnamon, ginger and…
Solace Hugging my dear toys During a night full of fog I rendered a soliloquy Describing my day The jubilant moments And the gloomy ones With utmost zest Envisaging a utopian world Amidst the affable company Of my beloved toys Reminiscing rambunctious reveries Brimming boisterously Engulfing exquisite essence Of Obliterated occurrences Filled with memories of childhood Childhood which was the best time Time that'll never come back again Again encompassing me with memories…
Cordwainer(Cobbler) I pare the pale leather lurking behind or 'neath the sole of shoe kneading a knack for a mended mullock to get a gaze of owl owning the labyrinth of laces felt a foofaraw one rope in other rope tightening tactic, polished posterior and toe cap — vacuum venders or passersby paint the shoe's so(u)le dipped in dirt and doubts meeting muses or poet's poignant persona propounding the inked irises which churned and now chomping the skin of sole, it somewhere…
Bohemian balcony wageningen walls ween, whispers of whitesmoke wings waves welcoming welkin;words of woeful walrus. Elated easel equanimous eared, eats excruciating echoes erodes, execrable eunoia. Creative canvas caress, clingy caboodle consensus on catharsis of celestial cacophony. Palpable paintings portrays, paranoic perception palliative placidity; pareidolic peekaboo. strands of soothing sling chair sways on silent sigh of skies, sews silken speckle on sedated sapphire…
Roaming around bruised and ragged but he is the keeper of diamonds Diamonds of humbleness that blaze from miles where the Sun leaves the horizon Horizon bids farewell to twilight in the hope to meet again Again the ragged man dream to squash the brackishness, thus he tries one more time.
Cistern of Hope Finally when he unlatched the rusty door of the Cistern of Hope ,which he have searched over the decades of his life.He was shocked, startled and the fear of paranoia was closing in on him.The cistern was empty,dry as if life never existed.He felt abandoned falling into the abyss of the labyrinth.He locked himself up in the Cistern of Hope,never to be released again. ©termiboy The image is taken from unsplash.com
One Legged Crow It was 4 Past noon, And I was in my room, When my cuz called me To show a one legged crow. I peeked through the window Saw two crows,on my wall. One had a leg,the other had two His agony,made me sympathize. I watched them,as they flew To the top of a mango tree. They fought, a fight for food Till both got their shares. I sat down on my chair, Wondering About the one legged crow. Thinking, Realising, I was in agony,I needed sympathy Not the one legged crow.…
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