Access to the honey-pot denied, Ants crawled back to winter. I followed them to the horizon of slumber, Where lullabies hung in the drooping trees, Where dreams came dropping from the skies. Are you keen to strive back for the honey-pot? Returning is as t...
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Run-on lines metrically sound, couldn't be found. Caesura, miscalculated, left images obfuscated. Alone, bewildered, in my attic I was just churning and churning All the storm-clouds of cliches. Poetry was still-born round the corner.
dismantled cars overtake the running milestones, yellow leaves keep floating in the random air, young cabbages smile before rolling down to sleep. nothing shall happen to-day, except everything being run over, dismantled cars wear the cloak of yellow leav...
Sand Dunes
A Brief Reflection on ExistenceSand dunes alter their surfaces too soon, Nothing remains beyond a while, Winds keep working out miracles. Why do you look forward to lengthiness? Any length of time proves repetitive, A moment independent still goes a long way. Nothing remains beyond a w...
I knew the thunder wrote the love With letters of fire in the sky, I knew the storm raging above With winged winds blowing high. I knew her lovely, gorgeous, mine, Poised in her luscious swoon, A sparkling gloss with all its shine Crafted love-lorn jingli...
Never say no to nothing, Better turn the letters to make a new beginning. Don't regret if you fail to reach your destination, Don't regret if you get lost in transit. Say on, somehow on, No destination is worthier than the journey. Never say no to nothing...