The store room of atrophy or the gold that washes up in the darkness All of us have to sometime or the other resort to the usage of the storeroom of atrophy that slams down on us like a huge … Continue reading the store room of atrophy
Solitude’s crumpled note Never has the word never Written on its messages & Always lies about all that Might come to mangle us! Continue reading Solitude’s crumpled note
When the walls of my world Are cracked open and fall out I know it is time to visit and pray to the only army that can help me So I go to that comforting country Of the safe, soft, … Continue reading Angels of the Any Time Wash
There must be that bench waiting just under the snarl of displacement where the soul puts out its feathers to dry out under the sun’s hat Continue reading under the sun’s hat..
If something is threatening to come undone inside me, I sometimes choose the hopeful shelter of some quietude and calm, where no tantrums or tics from the ruinous fields of the chasm, are allowed to enter with their endless blather … Continue reading Speaking to faith…
Heart stealers from the Planet of Possibilities! come to remind us that Black is truly Beautiful And Whitening Creams are the worst choices! That broken bits can be mended for the planet That rainwater harvesting can save us water And … Continue reading Jewels from the Planet of Possibilities!
Solitude recommends it’s very best workers from its secret warehouse To employ when we are sunk inside The dreary dormitories of despair Continue reading Solitude’s warehouse of wisdom…