Senescence

The sagging flesh aches as the slightest of breezeNears to strum my skin,So I flinch at the sight of leavesPassionately brushing past each other, foreseeingAn impending agony.As the crammed, fluffy clouds descendTo rest their worn bodies on my shoulderI plead them to leave mine for I no longer can carry them.Keeping up my pace withContinue reading “Senescence”

Can poems written to be won, ever win?

As I scan through my Instagram feedI come across posts bartering poems for shoutouts.They read, “ The best entry shall receive a shoutout from our side”.But I want to know, “ Can poems written to be won, ever win? “For when I write, I write to be relievedOf the obstinate gibber stone that squatsOn myContinue reading “Can poems written to be won, ever win?”

Cerebral Jaunts

Leafing through the erudite sheetsBlissfully sniffing biblichorTempted to relish in the stuporPint by pint I quaff the printed liquor.Leaping into a different worldAn eerie road I strideSometimes as a delinquent lassSometimes as an evasive bride.Gulping potions of passionDaring to face the wrath of dragonHow astute it feelsTo hurl at kins the literary jargon!Empathy runs inContinue reading “Cerebral Jaunts”

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