Time

yellow in swirl, whisper in blue
when silence wears new folds
eyes in green, row over stars
flash a dream for the orange

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Stripes

stripes, lay thoughts
creases as sands wear
stripes, wave memories
elastic as mountains dare

A Wish Not to Change

let me nail this color in my eyes
till every color breathes in it
let me read this darkness
till every light sprouts forth
let me stay on this ground
till it becomes my world

Pigeons

twenty and three pigeons
on arms of uncertain branches
had no arms to stop the doubt
browless in wit, glum in gossip

Ends

wispy memories, swoop raw and deep
claws of gravity, spin lines in blood
love in moonshine gay on its old paw
a planet of nights, on bones I know not
ends I hold, carry lines raw and deep
too cold for knots, so far for thoughts

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Shapes

then he waxed those roses
till they lit the crooked shades

pruned stories, oiled memories
painted distances in neat vials

Fences

fences, they went up in smoke
perforating my glowing doubts
the fence I sweated to defuse
had but barbs of the wired mind

Yesterdays

yesterdays stole my shine
to flaunt their windy pride
I wear no coat for smiles
but buttoned by same dews
each morning, every morrow

Corners

paint them if you will
nailed with your groans
bowls of time on the sill
clock’s tick, fishes moans

Thoughts

a new thought
now it limped over, green
eyes blown, puffed intents
a quiet cloud, a serene dragonfly

Voices

voices they twirl waters
no hooks to keep ears
carry my parched mind
in corners I live not

Wedges

the moments I wedge
on these fine grooves
sculpted on vintage palms
hang on a tenuous shine

Dream

2018-10-04

Pigs they oinked till late
Their mother’s scent wafted
Smoke rings up the air
Moon gave a sigh under the voices
They had no night to dream

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Secret

2018-10-05

secrets they stand out
high up, pointed in the ends
in our lives, of spotted gold
in hurry, our nemesis in stone
eyes too close, will see not the end

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Style

2018-10-08

time, it gazed at me
till I dropped my past
truths fold in style

Colors

2018-10-09

pastels rolled their song
into the world we sit upon
sides in dark hem the Sun
colours fuse steady wings

Triolet : 2018-09-25

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

thoughts are clouds, let them be
too high for palms, too low for skies
whoever baked thunders and sea
thoughts are clouds, let them be

Triolet : 2018-09-17

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

life walks in, when words stroll out
a heart to the brim, on edgeless thoughts
minds off coats, wear no face, no pout

Triolet : 2018-09-10

winds don’t scatter thoughts
thoughts could bar not winds
mind with no breath pouts knots

Triolet : 2018-09-09

songs in clay, by a quiet hand
have no voice, need no ears
to fill love when times stand

Triolet : 2018-09-08

pebbles cast no dreams
in pain they glow
under belligerant streams
pebbles cast no dreams
a new heart cast off the seams

Triolet : 2018-09-06

where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
tables now jaded, speak no more
where do I hang my thoughts?

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windows now strangers
no candles to warm the time
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home

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Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-09-04

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

sparrows
truth on their feet
a bed of chirps to dream
home where legs be, legs where heart sings

sparrows

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-29

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

marbles
huddle not close
till you make them ready
as old school bell of yester years

marbles

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-28

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

airplanes
fly off my page
to land on your striped thought
for the key in your locked pocket

orphaned

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-25

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

twilight
poured off the nest
life to hatch tomorrow
smiles bandaged on yesterday’s bones

warm moon

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-24

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

lizard
shows me the way
to look up and look back
home is a home, albeit bent

move not

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-22

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

time turns
cotton to yarn
smoke to fire, fire to smoke
fingers to guns, guns to fingers

turns time