What’s the catch? –you asked Tell me your secrets Twenty nine thoughts blinked ’round my head I laugh at myself when can’t stop crying Sometimes I cry while laughing There are dreams in my reality A page in my old diary has not a single truth No one knows…
Category: More about me
Pervasive fireplace
You are all fired up sending flames of distress instead of cozy warmness I question you Why not colour this night with dancing sparkles? Why not share your radiant warmness? Why not show a smoky smile? You answer in ardent movements consuming news in abrasive outbursts…
Colourful freshness: life food
Today at the dVerse | Poets Pub, Abhra asked two interesting questions: 1) Do you feel that your food, in some way or other, defines you? 2) can we use food as metaphor? Read more at Poetics : Food for thought. Colourful freshness: life food I stare at your half…
On trueness and reality
Claudia: How real do you get in your poetry? I craft poems as a reflection of my instantaneous reality My poetry evolves with feelings evoked by old memories mixed with recent experience sparkled with salty tears or fugitive laughs Anell: How true is it?…
On writing a poem
You: How do you write a poem without knowing what to say? I start by attempting that impossible silence in my head while your question bounces with varying emphasis filling in that luxurious void so hard to come by The bounces start changing frequency sometimes they go into resonance …
Room 101
What do you hide behind your irides? I hide butterflies worms numbers a chameleon and a feather No, that’s not right It is eight butterflies no worms ten caterpillars and two serpents odd numbers plus a prime and an irrational three fractions one theorem a chameleon and a blue feather…