To be alive. What does it mean to be alive? What does it feel to be alive?
A tale of two ice-creams.
Not heard of it, have you?
No, not Dickensian.
No, not personification.
One is shared, other is not.
Share she did, with bestie
The one thing that hasn’t wavered in my life is the place some music hold, especially ARR’s, so…
How about I tell a story?
A tale not of many many,
Crawling through thorny bushes I am,
For I know, across it lies the glam,
Of sparkling ripples in the moonlight, yet
With the vast expanse of stillness at night
Over which hangs the breeze.
I am me.
But my mind? Not!
Subdue, how,
This restless ape -
Running acrobatics on
Thought branches
Munch-munch through
Why is envy green?
Green, green, I spot
Throes of kin
Thronging throughout time
Muddying all present and past.
Frantically run from bush to thorns
Visiting the UK amid warnings of snow/sleet for a few weeks of work, was a first-of-sorts of many sorts(ahem…
Sometimes I travel to the past
In short term trips triggered
By longing that shadows cast
When destiny gets to snigger
Nestled inside the not-yet-claustrophobic warmth of a few walls of white
And the layered warmth of the embrace of the fluffy fabric flowing in white
Evernote-d down in commute, amid customary earphones-adorned-people-and-glacial-pace-traffic-watching…
Could my inner voice, a voice of the the mind;
A figurative voice, not of the literal kind
Take on the Goliath of an outer stream