The faintest orange
One would be certain to never call this a summer night in England but dusk in paradise. A beautiful, poetic concept poem on the colour orange.
One would be certain to never call this a summer night in England but dusk in paradise. A beautiful, poetic concept poem on the colour orange.
A week later, I put up my words, two angels and three letters, on a piece of soft, pink string. Concept poems on feeling, deeply.
A line begins with the creation of a point; then expands into two {ends/beginnings}. A conceptual poem on lines and shapes.
A true muse is entirely conscious of the veil between passions of the sensual and the creative, to permit the flow between both sides, still never isolated.
A lot of what inspires creation as an artist, also inspires creation for life, andthis is not just the hunger and lust when you sense the intimacy of art, and ego. In a space contrasts, all duality creates tension; stress …
[extract taken from diary no. 34] I do not know why but I instantly knew… His last letter still hung on my wall, then he must have beenthe words on my skin, straight across myback carefully observing curves, and all …
I miss you so. It has now been 18 months since we were together. Just you and me, entwined under the trees, in rain or shine. Since we shared kisses that nobody looked at. Since we truly talked freely. I …
As a child I used to sometimes mindlessly wander into a shop, take something I liked off the shelf and walk out again, until an adult would stop me. Without concept of possession, how are you supposed to know what …
The spirits of Edgar Allan Poe rising in an echo, like Marx – frequently Engels – ambling in the slums of Europe but living in edged on the peripherical better parts of towns. One has always been of the opinion …
Once upon a time, on a flight from Mumbai to Dubai, both golden cities in their own ways, marvels of their own times, some long gone, others resurrected. But this is more about what has been left behind, what is …