Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

The good, the bad, the me – an Ekphrasis

I was an angel once, Soft wings. Blue eyes. Knee- deep in thought. Next, I was Lucifer, Hideous. Robust. Knee- deep in thought. Times changed. Stars twinkled. I was a mere someone, Knee- deep in thought. I’m not an angel now, Not dulcent. Not calm. I also am not him, Not reckless. Not dark. For…

The weavers

Spools of threads hanging low, scattered away like anxious crows. Vivid and different away from all ties, seemingly unique but a garden variety for eyes. But there are eyes that see what no others can view, and they are with everyone but found by such few. The eyes that saw these threads away, just gaped…

The storm

DUSK: The river meets the sea freshwater meets salt, they flow into each other and the scene’s at halt. Mist hangs overhead the visibility’s low, I’m over water and I row, row, row. 10:00 am: The sun has now risen and perforated the fog, in this labyrinth of archipelagos I am but a frog. 11:00…

Miscellaneous

GREEN Green fires within, bore toxic greens he was to be dead like helpless kings and queens. Out of my way this is what envy can do until someone said ‘‘Green stands for rebirth too !’ DISTORTED Shattered glass: broken and at rest rest for forever for being honest!. WEEPING SUN Warmest of tears rolling…