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 gust of imagination

There is this wind in all crannies and nooks of this huge world though smaller to look. It cajoles everybody but mostly tiptoes within sometimes just in conscience at times as slytherins. As untamed as it is it takes down all walls it is the way we act on all of its calls. Its feral…