Midnight Call to an Ex-flame..

A frozen past now glittering ice,

tempted with glitter,

i searched for a fire to melt that ice.

Flames licked an icy soul,

pride, a rescue from a dreary hole.

Yet a melting pride, breathlessly drummed to a midnight cry.

So waves travelled and frothed a shore,

eager fingers reached out to savour

the gleaming crystal on that frothy shore.

lukewarm and placid, a stranger replied,

quenching a fire he once strived to beguile.

arrested heart and a cold demise,

demurely voiced a livid goodbye,

shattered crystal, pierced soggy dreams,

and then an illusion was set aflight.

the individual evolution

There comes a time in every learners life wen he creates, if its his job to create, something thru awe of his insipirers, and as he creates these somethings, he graciously gorges these somethings with pieces of himself…n so secretly, even from himself, he embeds these works with his own unique language, a language that multiplies in its variation of elements, grammar and versions.

urban hermitude...

I love to watch eagles do their thing in the air…

majestic expansion, Contrived balance,
Swished cool gliding feathers,
Calmed chaotic emotional constipation,
Noisy invisibility, windswept and scrubbed,
Physical therapy, I 'stepped out' of a rut!
Quiet purposelessness,
closed my I.
secured in my own conchshell, my whole sea, my whole universe... .. .. .... .. . . . .

fucking reality always bites….!