Magnets attract

I sense a trap in magnets and draw away to retain  a sense of self magnets follow me and then I know It’s not for an ulterior motive they are getting attracted to something  residing inside me not knowing  it is an opposite end…

I wonder why

I wonder why I’m hated so much I make it my business to pull down cosy blankets of make-believe housing comfort zones I believe I’m born  to destroy illusions bred in chambers of  self-constructed mirrors I wonder why I’m hated so much

Seeking forgiveness

Dark hues of midnight blue close in  -claustrophobia  is a word  -for a feeling not actual  happening Sometimes…  I fly light challenging  a kite -kiss horizons visualise worlds unseen -and write Forgive me, blues for all my life -I kept fighting my personal skies


separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping  to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others


songs of yore of budding talent blossoming desires in gardens of hope -caretakers gently  took  us forward encounters  on paths revealed a lot more grows in gardens other than talent roots ignored transplantations with blessings of power a favoured few enjoy shade and fruit

Rose Garden

“The Rose Garden is being redesigned,” said she, walking amidst brambles on the zig-zag path I saw potential which could have bloomed if not partnered with obnoxiousness -an identity that could have shaped better without the golden umbrella which encased her hungry spirit

Tabla beats

tiny fingers drumming tables grew up tak-dhina-dhin  goes the bea for eager dancers to move their feet hymn-singers find him to invoke incantation meditators grateful good concentration He rules the podium  with fiery speeches  provoking crowds The drummer has come  a long way indeed… Note: Tabla is the Indian version of drums, played with …

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holding fragile truth in cracks of my hands fearing dissipation of cherished fragrances shedding of petals which adorn life   petals which perish but blossom again in new colors, shapes define sensibilities give new dimensions to senses in a post-truth era and fix all fixers