The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone

October morning is wistful and reticent as feeling one after the other threads through fire and frost,  and dialogue takes several turns  from passionate to apathetic in a span of few minutes. Careful would you have entered  into heated discussion could you foresee  how fragile and unassuming my heart? There is silence as starling grieves  should you … Continue reading The day and all its sweet remembrance is gone

Knowing resistance: would that the heart leapt further

Temptation in a manner of deprecating one's worth is a dangerous thing,  where is poetry  that puts uncertainty to sleep? Wisps of ache and ephemeral clouds  make their way into the passageway  of my heart  must we adhere to limitations  set by society and fall apart?  where is poetry  that rebels and soars with careless wings?  … Continue reading Knowing resistance: would that the heart leapt further