What do you mean it’s written? It’s in the transcript, they say, It’s all legalese, all file-encased. But what about what was said? O don’t bother with that, Hearsay, they say, isn’t acceptable. Got to be in the transcript, Thereby perceptible. I hate...
Miriam does the Unthinkable
Miriam watches, It twitches, and fidgets. Miriam stares, It scurries, in no apparent blurry. “Maa, may I….” Miriam begs, she pleads. “Don’t even think about it child!” Ma admonishes, and cautions, In her voice so solemn. Miriam ponders, It jerks, it scratches, itches,...
The Enemy Within
He was lurking, strong and mean, Prowling, creepy – insidious. My sanity laid bare, He’s here to destroy- My self, my peace, my harmony. Caution at the fence, Bristling, wary and mean myself. I sleep not, fear of the thug. Forever astute, Wired to draw...
Love is….
That frown between your eyes, ‘I am vulnerable to you alone, You hurt me with those jibes.’ Those were indeed the wrong vibes, All I meant was…. Forget it, never means anything really. Coz I remember it barely. Love is the crease in your shirt, Which I dampen...
Love
In love with love, Rid me of all the pessimism, out with the offensive. Splendor in a bough, miracles abound. An exquisite craftsman’s harangue. In every smile the Tao, The balance of Yin and Yang. I am in love, with the elegance Of love. Those wounds,...
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