Hear them, the phantom voices in the air. Words unspoken, unheard; Conversations past or yet to be instigated. Fleeting sounds like floating bubbles. Accidental in form, Trapped in Time's amber. Listen and hear nothing. Just be and grasp the echoes' shadow, Softer than silenced whispers Yet as clear as lovers' laughter. Understand what is said in the moment.… Continue reading Ephemeral
Listen, there is music in the silence of the night, In the stillness of the air there is dance; Painted in the fog of the early morn, look This is my world with you. You are art, are life to me. Your loving gaze reflect my own longing. I know you so deeply, I am… Continue reading You are with me as I lay asleep
I have lived many lives unrealized Figments and stretches of imagination Of untold wants and desires Twists and plots I have been King of the world, A genie's master A world-beat victim A criminal mastermind And the beholder of The Big Picture. I held all the talents ever to exist and more Never with the… Continue reading -scape
Someone new asked me something I haven't had to answer for a while, "So what makes you a writer?" With the demand to impress while barely out of wakening stupor, I replied as much as my creative juices could manage. Words drawn from thin air are the cloth and my brain is my sewing machine.… Continue reading A question asked, an answer quip and an answer fail.
I was feeling nostalgic about this website out of nowhere so I began reading and backing up my composition in an email thread. It was then that I realized the reason for my mood. Apparently this blog was born 5 years ago exactly (yesterday lol). So many things have happened since then. The nature of… Continue reading 5 years and a lifetime ago
How do you measure the distance between two hearts? Is it time apart or silence' depth, The count of arguments, The weight of doubts. And the when Is it not the very question itself That marks the beginning of yet another end. Prompt: Measure
Kin by pact forged by fate, souls of all walks, together treading along the same uncertain path. Brotherhood of friendships found, lost, and recovered; unlikely and yet a perfect fit, pieces of a puzzle board. Brethren, Spokes of Fortune's wheel.
What is luck but one's attraction to the meaning whispered by the world. Is it not just hearing, pointing, and connecting dots in the air? As two things are bridged by circumstance, you, nothing more than the innocent bystander, notice that you are standing in the middle of it. Vaguely with the realization of a… Continue reading True Luck
The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it. ~Jules Renard