Spaces

  The world has turned on its axis again “Pivotal!” said he, “Revoluous!” said I We both were fools living across alternate parallaxes Separated by momentary parsecs

I promise

  Are you scared I would see   I promise to close my eyes so   Are you scared the scars would show   Peep somehow from those recesses   Alcoves and alcoves of dark dampness   All out in the stingy stanza   Brought forth by an old vat   Bittersweet and a bit…

Pakyong….

A tiny cobweb entangled in the dark oak roof A rustic wind-chime hanging on the half broken window A mildew eaten cabinet that holds some memories in its heavy, stiff drawers The jackfruit tree that still casts its shadows on my bed when the moon shines in its full strength The water that flows through…

Never

Never has come and gone again Like it did yesterday It quietly sneaked in the corner When I had turned to close the door Now I try to strengthen my resolve but Never has it been the same again.

Jabberwocky

  The trees were naught but spiral blobs of rainbow raised on its own stem and oozing the colors that dripped and colored the rivers, Tumtum trees they were called. The sky for all times was arrested at the moment of twilight, it was neither day nor night. The grass would change to tiny flowers…

the dark passenger

  Frailty of human will cripples my self-esteem as my dark passenger surfaces now and again to defeat my resolve. Addiction afflicts me but I refuse to acknowledge its magnanimous aftermaths should there be any, which is still ill conceived by my conscience. I too strive for the ambiguous idealism manifested so conveniently at the…