Category: Na Po Wri Mo 2017



I float in a sea of space,

Colourless, odourless bay;

Who are you and who am I

Nurtures neutral shades;

Truth is called naked

Where nomads live fearlessly.

I hear my beating heart murmur syllables,

Mind awakens to present;

Meditative stage detours,

Reality a sea of constant mirage.

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Opaque glass building

Washed in gold, shine.

Ball of fire spotted prominent,

A mighty swallow that went awry;

Fancy chase in many legends ruminated.

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Rectangle blackboard of secrets

Accepted dutifully, five petal flowers,

Lines and circle people,

Clouds of green and birds like “r”;

No price for imagination.

Black now blank, but not memories;

Images recalled frame, like a storyboard

Evoked emotions rekindle, little joys in adult life

No price for innocence.

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Wind chime flirted with

White lace curtains

By kitchen window

That witnessed quietly

Fall of  milk and doused flame.

I was not burnt

But bore the brunt,

Tasting imagined flavours of crumbs and cream

That spilled dramatically

When the doorbell rang

And I stumbled…

Split of white second, a momentary bliss –

Mind couldn’t retrieve, though….

“All good?”

“Of course, just a pudding.”

Wind chime flirted, once again.

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