and what i found was that i was lost Image Credit
every breath we take quickens the way to our end damned if you do damned if you don’t
and admirers whispered sweetest words but you never did yet another lifetime gone Painting by Shirish Pandit More art by Shirish Pandit: Pratiksha – The Wait a touch of crimson
confessed sins travel from ear to lip from lip to ear until the confessor recognises her own sin in vain
a night when the gods appeared blurred heavens intoxicated with fermented nectar and angels danced till dawn
observe their orbits of precision at a defectless distance what creation of ours could compare to the silent symphony in space?
Stood defiant in the face of history Each brick cemented with a memory Whispers once shared in one tongue Which anthem shall now be sung? *** Thanks to Liaqat Ali Vance for this photo and to @LahoreMore for sharing it on Twitter and providing inspiration for my poem.
He created all from vibration We turned it into a world of words With plenty of sound But disturbed impact Confusion, noise Fluctuation, restlessness Wavering between directions Purity of vibration, misplaced *** Are you able to observe something/someone without lending your words or even thoughts, just experiencing it/them? I believe if we all observed without the … Continue reading A World of Words
All I seek is freedom from choosing To live with options is deceptive Are decisions really ours Or is it destiny in disguise *** Image: Pixabay
not all who wander are lost not all who are lost want to be found