meditating on the I
where is it, oh! my
comfy cushion
cross legged pose
contemplating
on words those
inside the body
hiding obscurely
amongst others
anchored surely
fleeting moment
this big mystery
as life becomes
history
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MIDNIGHT POETRY- ‘Unearthed’
tangled words
out the throat
only wheezing
escapes
jammed in the
narrow passage
all letters of the
alphabet
blunt or sharp
like a spear
a pen with
no ink
leap into
the unknown
fear aside
inhale
a tale about
raw diamonds
yearning to be
discovered
…shine
MORNING POETRY – ‘The Rotten Apple’
what is all the hype
about iphones
i say they don’t
live up to it
if you had one
learnt to use it
then replaced it
with a new iphone
you will say
it’s the best
thing since
sliced bread
BUT
i as an avid
samsung user
made the transition
to an iphone
only to find
it is such a rigid
user foe system
hard to imagine
there is such a craze
for iphones
in general
only explained if
people never
actually made
the switch!
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Still’
crushing down waves
pouring skies
cut the ties
with the world around
time to reflect
to be with oneself
nowhere else
but inside
busyness stopped
all is calm
silence around
apart from the rain
what do we need
what do we really
crave to do and be
other than that
an opportunity
to go within
to slow down
to be in joy
still…
alive
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