Some writers say
with their words
something new
Others
juxtapose
what before has been hewn
One values time
for its presence
today
One counts
each minute
like bales of old hay
Words of
redemption
words of regret
Freedom
inherent
— born of intent
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
A bigger bite of life
for a hunger meant to last
Insatiable inherence
starvation my repast
Partaking of tomorrow
in dreams of future feasts
Anticipations banquet
—where ravenous I eat
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
Written: September 07, 2023
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I can't sleep at night, so I stay alive.
I am awake, and I search and strive.
I'm no warrior, just a bumbling scrambler.
Restless nights render me a rambler.
I crave a paladin, a light to guide my way.
Yet, gloom reigns, and all hope wanes away.
Into a cloud of tedium and torpor of a tongue.
I long for silence, for optimism to be wrung.
Capsized in an abyss of frustration,
For solace, a catalyst in this desolation.
My gloom clings to such a symbiote spawn.
Snarled metastatic root quotum-dot drawn.
Hush, my tired soul, and let illusions fade.
In this darkness, all that is a masquerade.
Seek not the light, for it is only a gleam.
Rather, apply the recess to deem it a dream.
In the gloom, where shadows dance and play.
It is a quiet oasis where anxiety withers away.
I need faith, resilience, and perseverance.
To explore this squalid earth sans inherence.
Glimpse of a serene moon is a bliss,
And deep down, most of us have this wish..
To climb very high and reach the moon,
And to achieve it would be worthy & boon..!
White and shiny defines its appearance,
Oh, and some grey reflects its inherence..
Most of us love to spend a moment with the moon,
As its crescent shape spur us to murmur an amazing tune!!
The guider and energizer of the tides,
And the vibrant illumination in the dark skies,
Sculpts our planet lively even at the night,
And inspires us all to be starry and bright !!
May be a
poet has to
try a change.
When he was
guessing a
blue colour.
The earth was
smiling, ah!
it sounded.
Denying the soul…
all words are in vain
a verbal inherence
—spirit proclaims
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Genius…
beyond definition
—truth redefined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
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