i exist, and so… i dance in brown illusion, to the music of a presence that flows from vivacious emptiness, in to the colours of light that ebb out with the sound of time, until the end of the place where space begins

And Why Your 30s Will Suck! Suck! Suck! — They say life begins at 40, but I never understood this saying until very recently, when it became very clear to me. Having lived enough life to be in the throes of my late thirties, I have come to the conclusion that life truly does begin at 40, and this…

We argue after noon, And fight all the way through The starry lights. Words stick to your bones Like bloodstones in plasticine, So I’ve always known they couldn’t break you. Fronds on the wet sand resemble The palm prints you engraved On my cheek, when the tides rose Way above sea level. Silence floats by the edge Of the moon’s light, To give noise some time To flow —out to space. I’ve been meaning to ask you something:

Broken promises scrape the pavement on the walk home from our night out. I didn’t mean to let them fall; they just slipped through my fingers, and she happened, to pick up the pieces. I never meant to look in her eyes; I know you saw the kisses. …

Flicking ash incessantly Off of illegal tobacco sticks; A sudden rush of guilt to the head: Clouds of billowing thoughts Exhaled, escape … ecstatically.

I made crumble with the apple of Eden, and asked the serpent for some custard. Mouth waters spill upon wanting lips, as slithering tongues tremble in disbelief. Medusa says I have a heart of stone; I told her it must be marble. She’s afraid to look me in the eye: too afraid to indulge herself in the secrets of garden taboos forever meant to be broken. I told her she would marvel at the treasures that lay beneath these layers of ripened fig leaves, but she’s too afraid to see who I am: too afraid to witness the power of the naked truth, held within a taste of sweet rebellion.

open the windows to your soul and let me flood your temple with the light of the world. your head, my shoulder; your eyes: the rivers In response to Head, a one line poetry prompt by Aeishwarya Baviskar

It was written in the stars In black and white hieroglyphs With a hint of midnight purple, That I would make your acquaintance And in turn, you would make my day. It’s most fascinating: The way you run through my mind With the force of a cool breeze, In shoes that make me…