Every form of Love

If love was a palette it would have a secondary hue mixture of red tinted with yellow warm and affectionate like the sun reflecting off the red sea If love was a song It wouldn’t sound like an earworm a mixture of jazzy blues and trap culture like a glitch in time that couldn’t be […]

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Mathyr

mathyr

He just doesn’t know how to turn a blind eye to the needy and braves through the scourging sun to rain down favour from the universal angel of love         Tattooed to the back of his hand is a sketch of the world. He knits together the tapestry of lost hope. At […]

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Silent eyes

silent eyes

I was standing at the front of my mat with my feet rooted to the earth, much like a woman with silent eyes waiting for hours at a bus stop. Prudently listening and smiling, like her cares had been washed away with dunes on midnight’s wave and she didn’t have anywhere to be. Though she […]

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Delilah’s wish

Delilah's wish

She waited at the foot of mother’s rocking chair, next to the polka- dot curtains, cuddling her head between the flesh of her palms. Mother was 122 years old with the smile of a 6 year Mädel. Her silver hair was ankle-long and growing. She reminded Delilah of an orange orchid that blossomed in spring. […]

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Bubbles & Sunshine

The yellow pages of life does not promise a forecast of  bubbles and sunshine. Many times we venture to different paths and end up toiling unsuccessfully. We take risks,  casting all including our soul into the wind, and still  it makes no substantial difference. Being unsuccessful is a tedious lifestyle nobody chooses, rather it chooses […]

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Unseen

You hear my voice only through the Psithurism of these pages My name is but an echo that resonates in your vital heart once at mid day. Grief is a lonely space that wreathes me with an all too familiar scent This realm of solitude bathes my skin with the milk of despair listen to […]

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Young

My mother’s thigh were my stepping stone to the world beyond when I was born. Day in. Day out. I sat there listening, never understanding the sounds from her mouth. I clung to her bosom, it was all that I had. I remember my first movie, Elizabeth Taylor being swooped off her feet. Maybe I […]

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Therefore I am

With each fleeting moment, I am confronted by what is, and what isn’t. This is seemingly a colloquial thought, one might argue that the things we see and feel  are meant to be and that’s it. If we allow ourselves to reach beyond our psyche and tap into unprecedented knowledge,  it may become more feasible […]

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Between an Artist and His Art

You know me Every coarse line and grit  on me was borne from your mind I evolved from squiggles, shades of you Yet to explore dimensions of all that I am   But doubt  hauls into your mind It trivializes me Claiming that I, as a reflection of you, We are not good enough So you […]

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Cause and Effect

What hope brilliance brings unwavering in the field of  ignorance excavating the association between universes a necessary sacrifice, to suckle the wisdom of philosophers or study with the likes of Ramanujan soliciting the beauty of cause and effect. Study

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