Tag Archives: poem
conversations with the Universe
The most astounding conversation went on recently, between myself and the Universe. It started with my realised intent to listen closer, to be more mindful of the signs, of the gestures of love, of how the universe extends itself to me … Continue reading
Silence in Etretat- continued
i love irony and the things that weren’t meant to be, but just fit. for example my last post, i had shared something, which wordpress again decided to discard and keep only the title. but how fitting was it for … Continue reading
On Rebirth: Day 25- from Le Havre, Normandy
writing from a hotel room in Normandie. the weather is gentle and friendly, and the night young and ending in its prime, is bringing to me a space i can exist in, with no pretence. the music is familiar begging … Continue reading
on Rebirth: Day -4 (love from the underground)
I was going through my poetry, (just now), to find something……. wow, this entry is boring as hell already. ok, let me try again. clear that head, rest the heart, sit next to myself, and probe the questions boiling underneath … Continue reading
a Poem titled “Urged”
i’ve spent the last few days with paper and pen. a blessing it is, when the pen knows where to go. the attached below i actually have no remembrance of the moment, or even exact inspiration. haha. i remember … Continue reading
non-divulgence (A Poem titled “something like”)
i have about 15 minutes until my next meeting, and decided there isn’t much to do in 15 minutes. except come here for a while.. i wish to share a piece very recently written, like yesterday. and equally i wish … Continue reading
Change
(Journal) Change seems to be the theme of late. And also i think awakening. An awakening of all the voices inside my head. It is time to recognise all the sides of me which have been until now refused. like … Continue reading
Throat-Lace
(Poem)
Just keep breathing
The lyrics play on in my mind, in my earphones, maybe even in my heart and everything else I am. In times of depression, one cannot tell the difference between i feel, and i think. they get confused, and even the definition of … Continue reading
Lady NightStorm- a poem inspired
I was at an exhibition last december, strolling about, with no real agenda; as i like to do- when suddenly she stopped me in my tracks, and i just couldn’t look away. eventually, i found her voice frantic in me, … Continue reading
