Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘way’

Here, walks people wasting not a second navigating urgent missions. Without halt, in cycles coming to and from, fast and slow. We walk alongside the bobbing sea of heads and shoulders.   There goes a man who is in a hurry to catch his train. While the woman will just be in time to make [...]

Read Full Post »

I met Monet in his princely demeanor, among the manicured lawn and the secret garden grows its verdant sprigs and tresses, wild and free in the prairie. Butterfly flutters  paint palette hovering bloom after bloom. Solitude   drips in cadmium and ochre sun sitting prominently, potted and composed, regal and undisturbed. A gentle touch of [...]

Read Full Post »

It’s like a white plate. Soiled and you try to wash it afloat with suds of soap and rinse repeatedly at the sink.  Letting it dry and wait until the film of water subsides down into its gleamy surface. You try to contain the glister.  The immaculateness of being  unbroken, unsplintered.  Fragile.   It’s like [...]

Read Full Post »

There’s a suitcase in the hall. And emptiness will soon occupy it. Something which kept me immobile, quite undecided to test the wind or its aged leafless trees outside   where the silent pavement beckons and my own shadow as a companion. How should I, in the permanence of seasons would not be keen to [...]

Read Full Post »

Forever seems a word unspoken upon seeing the herd of caribou silently crossing an ancient pathway under the pearly moon.   The soft glistening flutter of misty light on the river finding its way to the sea. Reflecting the stars painted on the sky like little eyes- all knowing since the beginning of time.   [...]

Read Full Post »

The sanctum smelled of incense and human sweat. An airless space reverberating whispers of prayer. She folded a piece of cloth with the holy verse dipped in animal blood. This is an amulet. For someone who is afraid of thieves.   She knelt across the table ready with her questions “Do you need a husband? [...]

Read Full Post »

It get tangled in a way that it tightens around my feet. The threads gripping possessively over the need to cover the parts that are constantly moving. You say, I’d better be protected at all times. And yes, I had been so, for years and I can’t bear the thought that I would in my [...]

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 56 other followers