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…

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…

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.