In a salad state of mind!

Na hallo fruende! Another wonderful week and I must say that it has been very healthy. You see, I just had another rendezvous with food and guess what? It had so much more to say!Every time I have a brush with food, I believe it to be the last of our ‘chance meetings,’ and as…

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 Cache

They say diamonds never breakAnd yet her heart,When it did,The golden of her hair –Rustled.Her ruby lips –Quivered.Her deep set pair of obsidian –Glistened.AndBrine traced its way.Across the silver.Of her skin.Forming along its way –A pearl.Washed ashore.On the granite.Of my hands.

The impetuous heart

The impulsive heart that beats within me wants to jump and leap at everything I see. Like sugar coated words that want to seep in my heart deceptive ,but tantalizing like true pieces of art. And here’s my heart that wants more of this taste but ribs are cages that obstruct this haste. Things can…