Sunday, 25 September 2022

Days and nights

 Everyday promises 

A torrent rises 

sweeping dead leaves 

rising on tides 

vaporised bliss

leaves eddied leaves 

Heaps , regretful piles 

Neglected , rejected 


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Last night I dreamt 

a vivid dream 

came to me across 

the seven seas of cosmos 

Sieved through 

parallel universe .

Pliant like dough

fluid images 

rushing past 

kaleidoscope 

churning 

past and present 

spitting out my future 

in the vast spittoon 

that looks like the moon 


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Some days 

are like 

an anchor chained 

to your ankle 

Determined 

pre-programmed 

to drag you along 

to dark unknown depths 

Some days 

fly on the wings 

of optimism 

to the moon 

and beyond 

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My understanding 

of the universe 

is written with a 

poor pen 

scant ink 

of as much 

understanding I 

allow to seep through

the fabric of my soul 

confusion soaked

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