A prompt from the middle of nowhere
A scenic voyage of great beauty
An unwavering gesture from existence itself
Makes for a veritable treat for glowing hearts
Tag / muse
She + the sea
The sea breeze brought to life a myriad of colours
And in it, the Artist dwelled
Taking in the swells of the ocean
Capturing the beauty of tales untold.
Lumance
The moon,
My favourite part of it might have to be how it shines
Not on its own,
Nevertheless bearing light.
Food + You
Food on my mind, I eat you
You on my mind, I salivate
Food plus you, the aroma calls
Calls becoming pulls
Pulls becoming you
You on my mind, food on my palette
Healing aromatherapy
You bring out the best—
Aroma transitions to touch
Touch transitions to feel
A feeling so real hits me,
Like chilli hits the tongue,
Like chocolate hits the soul
And frozen in my mind, my senses yearn and indulge
In you
In beautiful food.
Paint
A happy glow emanates
Through the glass beneath the window
A lot o’ light goes in and goes out
The carpet on the floor
Paints a multicoloured hue
The room, fresh from the painted music
Basks in the afterglow.
A sweet scent of the ocean –
brought in, vapourized.
the randomness of the items compliments
the cheeriness of the quirks.
A fanciful mish-mash
Of memories collected,
Bidding goodbye has never been easy.
But the spirit, it yearns –
And my heart gives in
To all the multicoloured hues.
Chisel
people, and passers-by,
some say hi, some don’t,
some come by, to ask,
to mend;
mend away, the cobbler does,
unhurried,
caught in a state of mind,
keeping at it,
enjoying the company,
enjoying the view.
Nook
Enjoying one another’s abundance,
A world of our own –
Away from the sights,
As the world watched on.
Details.
Naturally flawed,
Beautifully strong,
Like the trees that sway,
To the travelling winds.
Various sizes, various shapes,
The energy that comes through.
Different forms, different textures,
The force that overpowers.
For once, fucking say no.
Talk about your feelings.
Talk about your oh-so-sad, messy, hodge-podge of feelings.
For once, when someone asks you if you are doing okay,
Fucking say no and give them the real shit.
Articulate.
A warm, yellow daze,
the night before,
the mild morning sun;
two figures, in unison,
mouths barely breathing, faces barely feeling,
bodies barely grazing.
a sultry afternoon sun,
a few passed days,
umpteen missed moments.
A Sight into My Psyche 