opposites

hidden by the fog
I walked blindly
chasing the road as if in a blind alley
sounds of chilly wind chased me
silence of my chilled heart propelled me
I stumbled in the cobbled path
fell down on my knees,
compelled to kiss the frosted earth

when I reached home
I didn't see the light at first
but seeing you sleeping so peacefully
I jumped on our bed
kissed the roof with glee
cool surface drove away my guilt
innocence of your love merged into me

"when you wake up
I will make up
until then I am going to figure out
how to stand upside down"

squiggles

Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky

frozen in time
the squiggles are the cause of anguish for the earth
red splotch startles the serenity
electrifying field absorbs shocks
permeable pigments scatter randomly
why are there fresh prints of invisible feet?
in the pattern
lines encircle tapestry of dots

a flame is born out of blank canvas,
is it wrong to assume otherwise?

the road

it hurts to traverse that road
in my mind's eye
it is a straight path
but your machinations stop me
I find pieces of glass embedded under my shoes
left all alone in that labyrinth
I need a knife to cut the path

"why do my boots stop me
from following what my heart desires?"

escape

under that tree I kept it hidden
the sheen of your sweat
which had flowed for me in desire.
who dug it out,
along with my sensuality
which I had  packed inside a bubble?
the air evokes you for me,
moving in a lumber way-
now it blows too fast
leaving a wreck behind.

"I will again create a bridge and reach out for you"


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Writing another keepsake poem was tough. I don't think I succeeded. Thanks We Write Poem for using my prompt for this week

encircle

a story
I scatter in the wind
I know it will scald
shards will pierce into the ashen urges
but I curb my instinct to run
ignore the whispering sisters
who have the knack to create trouble
when the mind is fertile
I know how to charm out a story
from the debris.
anything is possible
I uncurl and walk free

"a non-smile is harbinger of smile,
don't we know that?"

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Today I struggled to write this. My muse seems to have gone into hiding. I have not been able to write. Come to think of it, I don't want to do ANYTHING! Hope I get over this phase soon enough.

chequered windows

thousands of aeon have passed

I grope the air

thatched huts are just beyond that gate

forgotten splotchy hearth reminds me of

my fluttering heart in a rain laden day

a flash of iridescent stones blinds me

I run out of the gate

breathing into cold air

he watches me from above

I detest that condescending look on his face

"rebuild my a pedestal, I will look down upon you"

frustrating frustum

I see the atmosphere spiral down

the cut shell makes a naughty sound

wonderful tactic to distract me

that rotation is not the zenith

even though I know its importance

what lay on that deserted ground?

why did you look so forlorn

lying with your feet crossed at the ankles;

nonchalance that reached out to my soul

I wanted to hold on to the slices;

to focus onto the unrelenting elements

"the point is broken, I hold the frustum

staring into an unforeseen future"

misty fog

River, Marina Moevs, 2005

I walk in the misty fog

the dust under my feet speaks to me

a tale of mirrored magic

hidden in the mystical fog

pebbles pave the way

branches kiss the sky

bending to the will of the earth

I pick the dust caress it carefully

smiling at its tale

I box it under a tree

the leaves hide me from the magic

in the opaque angles of light

I raise my head

feel an auspicious sign

look up to the sky

see it lined with gold

"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"

drifting words

I put the final stitches to that patch

yarn was coming apart

my plum sweater was a gift from the past

the letters had stopped coming

I had not expected the drift

I shovelled that sense of loss

and let the wind stop my thoughts

shouldn't I have spun a tale for friends

change the old to new?

"an image that forms behind the eyes
how do I explain dancing words?"