A law student by day and an amateur writer a bit later in the day. Disclaimer : I am not particularly scholarly to be considered a poet. My poems are mostly still in the TRY part of poetry. And with that sad observation I hope to post and improve my writing. Why I do it: Sometimes I find the soothing rhythm of poetry somewhat simplifies a complexity and is the perfect way to unwind and undo those knots. So as long as my head gets knotty, my refuge will lie in poetry.
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings