The chameleon is a quiet creature. It is slow and patient, it does not much mind its surroundings but it focuses solely on one thing, the capture of its prey.
An old, pink railroad track runs over a lake, by my hometown. It’s nothing spectacular in and of itself, but the view as a whole is quite peaceful. The din made by the trains are not too pleasant, but the most appealing thing is the lake itself. The water just stays still, train or no […]
Ripped apart,Downstairs she stares.Basket,Rocking chair.Old electrics ring asEnough kitchen contentSwoonsThe devalue of bloodshed.Dish cloth impale.Hands wrung,Dirty juts and cigarette butts.Yellow fronts. BowedDirtying hair.Tablecloth canvasFlash rinse.Liar’s twist.Fun loving blagsIn centres and ends.MirrorsGolden the kitchen sink.Washing up dryWhere quick hits hit.A bass line. BouncingOff it’s silver manuscript.Laughs grin and grindLike flutters,The mopped floorA camera lens.Double-edged.Tomorrow cuts from […]
Summer heat,Pathway, brickwork,Cry –Touch warm brownOn fingers weightlessStroking through.Green feather frillsOffering endless love. Lain hollow blursLevels. Fast griefEmbeds remains.Dirty rubble Across grainy palms,Drought submerged.CirculationRunning still. Dancing windsStabilise.Dizzy energetic flip around.Each striven flower Scent cuts out.Bare negatives rootDown to drink. Aside the petals Pressed in partsOn that paving stone.Beats the owner,Boot black in blocks,Redder than sweetheartOr […]
Life is a myth – a confluence of reality and fiction. They are inseparable. One can not really comprehend where exactly the reality ends and the fiction sets in. This poem puts forth a ‘dystopic’ dilemma that an exuberant life can only overcome. Is life a poison that slowly pushes us to death,Or an elixir […]
Bypass fly away.Hand-me-downsShown and shaken.Potent loveFree as the moment.Leant phone swipe,Blocking the road sign.A corner stopMoney exchange. Street light shelterBitter and open.Elements angry at the existence Of leading home.A stray attach,Park lifeDistant as smiles.The undercoat,Blades.Wintry August jawsAt restUpon raincoatsAnd fingertips,Magicheld on the inside. Dread of fillingEmpty.Crushed can sofaImpressed,Click of the gateDeadEither way.Paper gloss carryingA bodyTo […]
Karna, one of the unsung heroes of Mahabharata was arrowed down to death unarmed illegitimately while he was busy lifting the wheel of his chariot from the ground. The poem revolves around Karna’s imaginary reincarnation in today’s world where the swords don’t rattle any more but the battle is still on in many other ways. […]
A dull yellow field moves slowly in the wind, when it is slowly begins to catch the sunlight. And in a matter of moments, at the eastern side of the field, the Sun arises to set the mustard field seemingly ablaze.