My false mirror
Behind my blind spots lurking, hidden partsof self, the secrets hidden, and shamefulare those tiny lies discolouring my heart.My blue-sky smile is all in vain, a painfulbursting scab — a […]
Behind my blind spots lurking, hidden partsof self, the secrets hidden, and shamefulare those tiny lies discolouring my heart.My blue-sky smile is all in vain, a painfulbursting scab — a […]
(i)Bloom-eyed, softly slithers, snake-tailed,seeking sustenanceof cream anda song-bird’s heart. (ii)Purring with retracted clawswe offer heraffection, lovewhen all she craves is nosh. (iii)Sleeping,but for a house-mousestirring, shewill bounce to murder,and proudly […]
The other day when watching the Antique Roadshow I started to ponder about the antiquities of tomorrow. Nothing made by human hands, produced in sweatshops, synthesised from chemicals and burning […]
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets of unwritten verse, […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.