her cover of pleasure
she dared to drop
to explore her bareness
concealed survival mode
she dared to exit
for a combat zone
the frightening toughness
she dared to embrace
for, a mask once dropped is always dropped.
The head, getting full, ached as it compromised the vacancy in the heart bearing the latter’s burden in spite of constantly fearing if it was developing claustrophobia within, as the doors of escape from agitated thoughts were always locked.
As layers of new paint withered with age, they found each other underneath those, still fresh with the same old colors.
The intuitive wisdom that so far guided them as to when to move away and when to come closer, took a back seat today.
Unconcerned with the hurry and chaos of the outer world, the old friends relished the moment.
An unseasonable lamp Stays my side, As rays of the sun And shimmers of the nights, Reassuring words of love With her hands in mine! Like the touch of the wind On a scorching day, She is that touch wood Amidst the decaying logs, Making space for me to not seek more but enjoy the lesser!Continue reading
As each day ends, I wish I could dive into my chaos energetically rather than drowning pathetically and then watch the movement of water that overpowers me transferring a portion of its energy as our sweet little deal followed by taking a stand against the welcoming winds under the bed of stars preferably boarding over a gently swaying boat that sails over an ambient oceanscape as a lonesome point that is lost in this vast universe born only to find all beauty in the vanishing ripples that reflect the milky white planetoid pumpkin which has mood swings that do not match with mine and afterwards slowly slip into the arms of sleep right in the shimmering open arbour that remains unbarred while listening to the magical stories of umpteen galaxies that hang over and the mellifluous voice of surrounding waves that kiss me good night one by one until that philander with bright dancing rays barges in on my pleasant utopian or sometimes wild dreams forcing me to open my eyes after bulldozing all fantasies written and directed by Nox.
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The writing above is an example of the usage of the literary device ‘Polysyndeton’. Nox is the Roman goddess of the night.Continue reading
The more unliveable our urban centres become, we as tourists retreat into the new-age oases – the sustainable hotels – which are just illusions of naturalness. Even when they have committed to reducing wastes and carbon footprints, how long will we be able to live in this fantasy without having to deal with the repercussions?
Isn’t the hope we’re dreaming of, also a dream?
To live, I’ve broken through the surface of a stone. The stone is me, the rigid part of my own self. I destroyed a self to create a self, more like a sculpture.
I let every colored feeling pile on me, flowing together as a thick black liquid. I enjoy this state, for it is like a mould of stoical repose.Continue reading
Because I could not stop for death, He stopped before me Choosing the dark dock In a deep valley Amidst the lofty mountains And started pouring out his anguish By crying out tears Until the sun shone again!Continue reading
With beauty and beast, an architect battles. Rising to heights, there's beauty; the cloud covers of the ether. Plunging to bottom, there's beast mode; the ceaseless crowds of busy humans.Continue reading
I'm star-struck. Share some light. Make me feel light. In you, I see The vastness of my spirit Spread over infinite space. I search and soar Beneath the bed of stars In depths of the surreal sky.Continue reading
I'm black, also white. Empty basket, Filled stomach. Clean room, But, nasty me!
Here's a handful of sand from infinite grains on beach. Then, open. Now, concealed. As they fall trying to escape, more clearer is the picture other side. Past provides clarity, and Future is far from haze.Continue reading
They say a bird in hand is worth two in the bush. So, should I cage myself with you? There’s too much risk in it.
On the other hand, if I let you free, is it not risky too?
Am I going to take a chance? Continue reading
A/N: Kindly read the verse in landscape mode if the lines don’t fit entirely on your screen.
Just dried mixing pallete… A single brush for all strokes… Messed page in her colouring notebook. Tears of water flowed drenching pages in an effort to make a kaleidoscope of colours.Continue reading
Among the sand hills,
I walk naked, with chivalry lost
and the regret of an oasis passed.
I see nothing but the sand dunes.
I hear nothing but swooshing winds.
I find none but my own dark shadow. Continue reading
Woman to Artist:
paint me either way
gray shades or vibrant colours
I dare not question
Artist to Woman:
days so glittering
with plain shades or complex strokes
born free to live free
you are gold that glitters
your lit face or diamond heart
I dare not question
A monkey ‘Spunky’ lost some key to a bunny ‘Bunkey’. Spunky, who’s a flunkey to a hunky junkie, clung to the monkeypod fearing the slinky walk of that clunky lad, abandoning the key in his name ‘spunky’.
➟ clunky – old-fashioned. Continue reading
Scooby has been a great spy for years now. There’s none to beat him in the rat democracy, and today is the day he is to retire.
He was blessed with the lifespan of a human for his kind act as a little rat, and he utilized the boon to its fullest, mostly for the improvement of his species. With his efforts, he transformed the shabby rat communities to clean and respectable societies.
He didn’t want to leave his nation and nationals in trouble after his retirement. With proper pre-planning, he has already completed training the best squad of Continue reading