THE MARIGOLD may be The poor sister of the rose But she has her very own Secret pacts with the sun Continue reading The marigold has secrets..
Magic is a shape-changer Never giving you advance Notice about its shifting Colours to steal your soul Continue reading magic is a shape changer..
Solitude carries her baby with her to every heart’s withered wiring to plant a little enchanted garden with rich soil begged from paradise Continue reading Solitude’s baby tags along with her….
Solitude is the solemn and sacred treasure that collects In the backyard of our silence Where it begins to paint every Leafy story colouring up its journal Continue reading Solitude’s leafy journal…
If you are slowly disintegrating on a foul Day when what you want is not happening Then go out at once for that walk to bring Back the box of white paper to slide inside Each of the pages of … Continue reading On that disintegrating morning….
on the ledges of emptiness it drips poetry like pearls from the dustbin of despair Continue reading As solitude lingers…
Red Roses Red roses reach inside the recesses Of the heart grey with gloomy despair Emptied out of every pocket of treasures To discover always the box of memory’s magic where hope shelters its babies from the racket and the … Continue reading Red roses reach inside…
Some uninvited angelic curriculum downloaded into my drowning of that time into deep distress and dread & it turned into a timetable of listening that nuzzled me with Beethoven’s 5th and 9th and the blinking of a 100 cats … Continue reading Angelic Curriculum
Why does that garden of unplanted flowers Always come up outside the most awful nothing time? To be dug into and dissected? To be rewired or rewritten? Those bits and pieces of buttered shortbread baking in dreams, tulips that … Continue reading That garden of unplanted flowers…..
The rainbow is a reckless painter, loathes rules and regulations and sometimes slathers the whole garden with red gold shimmer just to empty out his paint box…. pics and text: daksha Continue reading The rainbow is a reckless painter..