adore freshness, understand transitorinessanything that's fresh has a short spanfrozen smiles in sub-zero climesas good as Egyptian mummies anything that's fresh has a short spantheir value shifts on a long rideas good as Egyptian mummiessalute them for joys they spread their value shifts on a long rideknow where they started, how you metsalute them for … Continue reading Freshness
it takes you where you want to go, on invisible wingsyou are in the driver's seat, yet the bell never ringsmoments captured, embedded in code concealedbecome DNA for stories you tell, songs you sing you are in the driver's seat, yet the bell never ringsyou thought it's over, but it pulls you aheadbecome DNA for … Continue reading Humans are human, for ….
I woke up with a thoughtit intends to hijack my dayI looked at my goal-sheet thenI know I should not let it win it intends to hijack my dayit throws me at tangents, like a trollI know I should not let it wina growing orange ball enlightens me it throws me at tangents, like a … Continue reading Mornings – an awakening
Happiness is on the way, I believe It might get lonely up there a hand to hold, dreams I weave I lay the red carpet, see her nowhere It might get lonely up there peaks are charmed destinations I lay the red carpet, see her nowhere red tulips blush in anticipation peaks are charmed destinations … Continue reading Happiness is on the way…
She tells me my story by reading the runesNot sure how much reality she prunesI wonder who wrote those scripts in stoneWhat was their story, they know it alone… Not sure how much reality she prunesand after all, it's only her interpretationWhat was their story, they know it aloneLet me know what's true, then praise … Continue reading Scripts in stone
deep in the woods, stands a story untoldsomeone drove there, remained in the foldgrapevines say so, that he did not returna novelist who struck an idea on the run someone drove there, remained in the foldwho knows what truth is buried under molda novelist who struck an idea on the rundid he meet a wandering … Continue reading Deep in the woods…
I thought he was a friend, till he showed his fangs, bared his claws mask and gloves fell off his jaws I smelt incense in open air he showed his fangs, bared his claws unmasked terror - it was raw I smelt incense in open air I heard Evil laugh without a care unmasked terror … Continue reading Jabberwocky – Did you see it?
I just want to be myself, not mingleI'm not a replica of your dream girlI just want to live life my own wayno one is allowed to lead me astray I'm not a replica of your dream girlI won't give in to what don't make senseno one is allowed to lead me astrayI'll be delivered … Continue reading Single
The palace is not desolate any more, walk without fearfossilised stories come to life - stones speakI see each expression, feel each nuancethey review themselves - pain, fear, arrogance fossilised stories come to life - stones speakDid they do right, or was it an error of judgement?they review themselves - pain, fear, arroganceI'm awed by … Continue reading Palace Tales
When I elevated you and was pushed downI voted you to power, to look like a clownI'm not imbecile, and I want my rightsHobson's choice - just one long night I voted you to power, to look like a clownThere was no one there, but your fake smileHobson's choice - just one long nightI'll jump … Continue reading No choice
Reena Saxena 