Peach in him

Peach in him

5 December 2019

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Wasted time
A circus that wound
Colours blind
To the Grey
A path leads under waters
Thundering in skies

Hark to tell
What ears comprehend
Through the well
Of light streams
Stories uninterrupted
In the mind that flies

The lips spell
Tonalities fused
Peach in him
Orange hue
Cobblers mend uneven shoe
One a pair of none

 

Memories – Maroon 5

Fireflies in the sky

Fireflies in the sky

7 March 2018

The road was getting darker as she drove further into the wilderness. Looking back into the rear view mirror she could see the city fading behind her. Soon the city lights would all be gone. She pondered whether she should continue on this road as there were no street lights. She realised that if she got lost here there would be nobody to turn to help for as not many people chose to go through this road, especially at this time of the night.

As if in answer to her internal question, a small light flickered ahead and she thought it to be a good omen. Surely there would be a few people ahead of her whom she could ask for help if she were to get stranded on these external routes. She pressed the pedal and sped toward the source of the light which flickered before it went out. Her doubts returned again but she decided to carry on all the same. All around her she could feel the desert slowly closing in on her as the road branched into smaller desert paths.

She drove on in almost pitch black except for where her headlights cleared a path in the black of the night. At times she was not even sure anymore that she was still on the path except for the fact that she could feel hard ground under the wheels. She decided to pay special attention to the feel of the road and to return in case she felt the front wheels touch any sand. She was aware that if she got stuck in the sand here there would be little chance of her getting out of it before the morning.

She marveled at how just a few kilometers away from the heart of a buzzing city full of nightlife one could go to such pitch black silence. In the distance she could hear the hum of the electrical posts that were relaying life saving electricity to the residents of the city. She thought to herself that while people could use candlelight to replace the bulbs in case of an outage nobody could do anything against the heat if such a thing were to happen. She remembered the month in July when her air conditioner had been out of service and the landlord had taken weeks to repair it. Each day had then been like a journey into hell and her helper had had to change the bedsheets every day.

She noticed a flicker again in the sky and decided to drive in its direction. The tiny flicker grew a bit and was joined by other flickers that started to grow in size as she drove nearer. She could see in the distance an outline of trees with the flickers just above the treetops. She hastened towards the point where all the flickers seemed to converge, anxious to find out where the flickers came from. Soon she reached the end of the desert path which then turned into sand. She took out the torch light from the glove compartment and proceeded toward the source of the flickering light.

After a few meters, she came into what seemed like a growth of several palm trees and other trees she could not identify. At the top of the trees she could see hundreds of them flickering in the sky. It was like a cosmic dance of light and she realised that the flickering was from fireflies. The sky was full of them. She wondered how the fireflies had gotten here and then decided to enjoy the sight without further questions. She raced back to the car and took out the mat that she kept there. She unfolded it on the ground and lay on it, gazing up at where the fireflies in the sky competed with the light of the stars. It was the first time in a long while that she could actually see the stars. The fireflies with the backdrop of the stars was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes as she lay back gazing at the illuminated sky.

 

Fireflies – Owl City

In the inner Truth

In the inner Truth

6 October 2017

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Consciousness

A spiralling cord

Oscillates

Synchronised

In fluctuations that point

To memories alit

 

Reading bliss

In shadows turned blue

Pearl abode

Fearless sword

Cutting through superfluous

Reach infinite core

 

Dual touch

Revival complete

Self replete

Path to pleat

Songs of yesterday repeat

In the inner Truth

 

Reading of the poem: 

Together – Talvin Singh & Niladri Kumar

Remnants of the sky

Remnants of the sky

5 October 2017

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Yesterday

I walked into Earth

Slowing pace

Snuffed the race

Heavy footsteps aligning

Shadows of my Self

 

Sunlit path

Bursting from the seams

Coiled presence

Breathing dense

Magmatic matter fuming

Boiling resuming

 

Coupled Eye

Whirling through the sigh

Escaping

Littered lips

Thirsting as the monster sips

Remnants of the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Eyes Shut – Ólafur Arnalds, Alice Sara Ott

Summoning her Frame

Summoning her Frame

1 September 2017

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Wonderland

Place of Miracles

Where we pray

Where we stray

Spending light through sun’s array

Countenance at bay

 

Seething sand

Makes me obstacles

Which I grind

In my mind

Through memories I unwind

Past hidden unkind

 

Singing band

Grant me spectacles

Unknown fame

Face no name

Shimmering through light path tame

Summoning her frame

 

Reading of the poem: 

Flying Elephants (part 1) – Gregory Colbert

Flying Elephants (part 2) – Gregory Colbert

Ashes and Snow – Gregory Colbert

Picking up the pieces right

Picking up the pieces right

2 October 2016

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Illusion of you

Tendrils reaching out tickle

Mind of the fickle

 

Shimmering carpet

Palpable incandescence

Restoring essence

 

Jigsaw a flavour

The taste a blend of futures

Daunting promises

 

Path in needle’s eye

The bosom lost in the sigh

Throat in constriction

 

Secrets scattering

Master of the ancient ring

Whiff of ocean’s breeze

 

Blowing with the wind

Picking up the pieces right

Recomposed mind shapes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram

Shimmering Star – Omar Akram

Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram

In split particles

In split particles

23 April 2016

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Slow and sure

I see it unfold

Morrow’s mirth

Future birth

Small signs of recognition

Synchronicity

 

Never seen

Barely understood

Confusion

Of the mind

Stripped it of significance

The empty treasure

 

You saw me

In split particles

The light shades

Darkening

Impact of the heart’s features

Chest empty vessel

 

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I hold it

Like a precious bird

The future

Shining bright

Like a mirror in glazed eyes

When the light seeps in

 

Chosen path

Possibilities

Fate’s remnants

Event’s turn

Twisting through the true meanings

Known by pure of heart

 

We depart

With the day’s work done

You twin sun

My soul’s blood

I keep you within the core

Though fate never more

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Vide cor meum – Patrick Cassidy based on La Vita Nuova (A ciascun alma presa)