The foamy seaSalt on meFoam on meSalt in the sea. Azure skySeagulls highAnd I’m highAnd seagulls fly. My legs in sandWhite flour on landMy legs on landWhite flour is sand. Breeze hits skinWorld’s on a spinAnd then I spinWhen wind hits skin. Nature’s flowLife’s on a go,Don’t let it goBecome the flow. ~ Japanese life…
Tag: True self
Boundless?
Our life’s on a canvas,So crisp and so white,Endless possibilities,To bring it to light. We sit as painters,Acrylics in hand,Adding colours to the canvas,With the passing of sand. And we look at the colours,The soft hues of pain,All of the colors,That cling to our veins. And we’re bound to fill colors,Put no boundaries at all,But…
The sky is a poem
The sky is a poem,Painted in vibrant rhyme,It cries in gentle metaphors,That drench me time to time. All its hues are varied moods,In its colors bright and bold,Are underlying similes,And narratives untold. It blushes in crimson allegory,Through sun kissed golden odes,And merges into bleaker nights,And snowy, pallid roads. An embodiment of elegies,It lists to this…
Masquerades
~1.1~ Welcoming are the faces, Painted black and white, Eyes full of sorrow, Lips spread in delight. ~1.2~ Empty eye sockets, China-white skin, A deep full smile, Concealing chagrin. ~1.3~ “Peel off the layers,” I was there to ask, Just a frame work of bones: Her face without a mask. ~1.4~ Wide awake in awe,…
Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection
In this plastic world,If you tip over and fall, Shatter to a million pieces, Can never stand tall, You are porcelain, And you will be flawed, Called imperfect, fragile, Walked over and clawed, And then will you end up, Broken for life,Your pieces strewn over, Waiting in strife. Unless; You wipe your tears, Step out…
Sui Generis 