A Glance

  A glance is enough for the heart to beat to  transform naivety into shrewdness  of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds never chirp on the skeletal …

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Pride of A Flower Wreath

Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion Oblivious stood erected in disdain  Persian turquoise, Indian indigo… You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride Relishing my pristine appearance, while Scorning others, self gloating was my sin Sure of my fate, to be embellished at  reception decor …

Madam Neverhurry’s Mysterious Malady

Madame Neverhurry cousin of  Gustav Flaubert’s Mrs Bovary,awoke at past 12 Suffering from a malady Known as melancholy, Casts her glance on the Day’s chore, bored puts The blinds back on, deciding To have some high tea, Summons, mischievous elves On fire wings impatient Yells “to get lost and bring Forth aromatic mint tea with Hazel nuts three …

Oh! Destiny

Oh ! destiny I’ve been hit hard by waves of rejection A grain of sand I know my worth, I’ve been shown seashore too many times… Oh! Destiny tell me it is not a Sisyphean fate! What I sought I never got! The mighty Gods conspired cornered me to the coast, I cried pellucid tears deliquesced …

Pretension

I had a belief & acceptance that dimpled cheeked Cupid doesn’t knock on every door. The evil-eyed pretension came decked in the glittering robes whispering the thing Poets call Love, rekindling the spark of dormant hope in me, knowing that hope can be a pretension too!  

The Persian Laila

Having feasted past-midnight, PersianLaila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover, Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master. Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap …

Lofty Desires

I aimed for the mountain top while rare florets ooze from the ground beneath me, I longed for the sparkling stars neglecting the lapis lazulis laying on the beds of the mighty rivers  I craved to suckle on the heavenly nectar, while bees synchronized intricate combs in my backyard then when the dusk spread its …

A Wind’s Tale

Started at 3 pm to look for morality, Hours minutes pass by, Walking waiting sleeping But road to morality seemed long On the curvy path few are busy, Some in slumber, some don’t  really care… My guardian angel texted ” do not disturb” Keep on marching, keep on trudging  Perhaps one must ask what is …

Words Never Fail

I’ve filled the voids of my soul with slants of words, the curvatures of alphabets to gratify the endless nights of effervescent passions.   In the deepest abyss of malevolent nights, I’ve implored the meanings of your desertion through the arches of letters.   The denied kisses through the strokes of symbols, the dearth of …

Pilgrimage To The Groccery Store

For Ms. Andrea A voyage to a grocery store is a holy kind Pilgrimage to store after 6 is must Painstakingly adorned hair with kanzashi  Delicately crimson-painted lips Sets out ethereally on route number five Enthroned high on the corner seat Majestic, every inch a royal Like sultry Cleopatra on the golden voyage Flanked on …