Forever veiled in borrowed blaze, ordained to lonesome life I circle skies unceasingly burning in beauty bright. So many have loved my cover sweet, none braved to venture deep Must I be prized for mirrored light? My soul will no one seek? A heart of rust, some rubble and dust, my crust barren and bleak… Continue reading La Luna : Reveries Of A Moon Child
It’s been a week of blanks. Words come, words go and nothing. All my attempts at writing have been fair and square unproductive and at best I can rhyme cat with rat. Desperate times call for desperate measures aka Neil Gaiman, the book in question “American Gods”. I have this bad habit of flipping through… Continue reading Big Bold Blank
Originally posted on Recollections At Fall:
As I sit by the hearth Soaked in its warmth Snug and smug I glance at the trappings galore. My eyes flit around the room which hosts The infinite trophies proudly amassed through the passage of time. My eyes skim quickly, oft pondering over the futility of the clutter.…
Her pretty ruins crawled back together to form a magnificent memorial. A crumb of bones transformed into something monumental. To mark her grave, a wreath conceived from her own remains – pink petals of Elysian tissue and flesh strewn together to adorn her cenotaph. A tomb of beautiful wreckage, she wore her brokenness like a… Continue reading Beautiful Remains
I must love to lose because I need to lose to love. Monica Barengo Art
What is it about a good meal! It never fails to make your day. Food can never disappoint (me). If there’s anything in the world that deserves my unwavering attention, it is food. The sight of fresh produce at the grocery store, the lavish spread at a Sunday brunch, everyday affairs with pickles, olives, jams,… Continue reading Maybe The Heart Is A Waffle
This poem, a waste of alphabets! Would you bring my lines to life? Tonight they need to feel your lips, my consonants have realized That they derive all sense of semblance from you You are the one soul, the undeniable root of all words False or true. And I? I am just an empty sentence,… Continue reading What Are Words Without You
Keep pouring your stars into my darkness as I think of lost galaxies in borrowed light. (We are all reflections of misplaced light.) Image – Pinterest
I would call you the chocolate chips to my cookie But I don’t want us to crumble. (Juvenile cookie thoughts, does the cookie always crumble?) Image – Pinterest. 🙂
Well it seemed for a while like I had the upper-hand. You were looking for fun and I was fairly detached. To play along – in hindsight, that was the plan. But the tricks to this game my heart couldn’t understand. Now incessantly it pulls at its dangling threads. Wrenching and plucking its ornate mesh,… Continue reading The Inevitable Compulsions Of The Heart
Soul Symphonies 