- Cups of sooty coffee
criss-cross darkening stains
on Chinese porcelain,
echoing a prophecy
of a Turkish soothsayer,
a destiny embossed on
those parched cracks
between the folds of
the mandarin cup, a topaz
vision, may be a hallucination
or myriad psychedelics at
work a Bedouin on a caravan
gilding on golden dunes,
a nomadic predicament
a home neither here
18 thoughts on “Prophecy”
A mesmerizing poem, Tanya!
Thanks Dave, coming from you it means a lot 🙂 truly appreciate it!
Thanks a lot Bill for your kind read, I’m glad you liked it. Hope your are doing fine!
My pleasure Tanya! I am well, hope the same for you on this New Year.
What an exotic read. Takes readers to a different world. So well done
Thanks very much Shantanu, truly humbled with your kind words. Hope you are doing fine!
My absolute pleasure. I am doing great. When are you back
Glad to know I’ll be back by 27 Jan, took a long holiday 🙂
Great. Enjoy yourself.
Thanks a lot my dear friend, truly appreciate your kind remarks!
Thanks a lot Winnie for your kind words, hope you are doing fine !
My pleasure, Tanya! I am. Thank you for asking. 🙂