Flooding Notes

Quanta of screams, howls, and syllables That fit to accompany a side-walk guitar They keep saying it was a wider field, it is Through another opened gate, where one is Such like whom, who are first to colonize A virgin land. No. No! Not because it looks that tiny, Nor conditioned to a camp-fire, which… Continue reading Flooding Notes

Streaming by Instance

Whom to revenge forA yard, large, that keeps distancingA soul ,From a mate!Distance which struggles as forDignifying both, by beingAnother trifle sigh for democracy.Yet there are some, prefer roamingWalk among folks, known onlyBut by few, side-walk singers,And marginal blues chatters.Why should one be a hero!?A question remains unanswered, thoughSacred aroma still, pulses Through same follies,… Continue reading Streaming by Instance

The Others

Thinking, of doing Without sounds, to intend Without a single word By the way that every foothold Is accepting, deeply felt Treading on non-existence, Of pains, Except for humiliation “This may make sense.” Commented a Zen student On some intellectual chatter Micro and macro, being both Instantaneously having Many folded cosmic presence. But since anyone,… Continue reading The Others

Binary Division

A slamming door dividesLeft from the rightTo hesitate a bit,At the in and outside knobs, thenLeft slides away, under the rain.The right being bored withBoredom itself,Stands by the windowFor a while watching, theTreading through the lane,“If this wasn’t home by midnight,I would be looking for herAll along the other way round.”An antique 19th-century clock pendulumHas… Continue reading Binary Division

Non-Consensual

-Boredom is a sin!? -What else! -A capital offense being one -Suggest so, if you exist, You! other six screens around.. Associations and echoes, Almost exact They have nothing with Biological clock, They keep scanning neurotransmitters Once they have got to be checked To some purpose, How should they plant a dream In a routine,… Continue reading Non-Consensual

Would I Like to Know

Feeling excuses for oneselfFor being a partyIn every inconvenience, silentlyStriving to explain an illusionThought of, like we have been meant by!?Unity of poles of paranoiaAt the same time.Rhymes of jealousyOf birds in skiesThis with no beer, morningAround a rented residence, recording duesSince we’ve been bornA threatened Epicurean mealTo ride a wood over the wavesUncounted to… Continue reading Would I Like to Know

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