The cobbled clutter, Finely etched, Imprinted by Time's Surf, I try to walk on the monolith beauty, But it chided me in arrogance. For I fell flat down, Trapped in the cloistered spaces, Losing myself in the labyrinth, The tenacious clutter never let me go. The cobbled clutter, That is life, Full of adamant edifices,… Continue reading Cobbled Clutter
The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/
Plastic! Garish and loud, Supple and light, It fits everywhere, All Pervading, Omnipotent, Omniscient. It has moulded all facets, All supports now plastic, Love and camaraderie, Both too cast in that mould. As I cast an eye around, Delving into the debris, Searching for a tenable hold, My hands clutch, Only that plastic cold!
A melange of art and nature, Fusion of soul and earth, Sea, Surf, And the, Sculptor. An idyll, What our planet could be! A travesty, It is not; But voices, Still rippling, Sure, A crescendo will come, Turning Earth, A Garden of Eden, In some future, A hope!
A palette of colours, Splash of life, Dabbled on a canvas. And then, The colours of nature, Myriad hues, The dazzle in dark, As distant lights, Luminous and proud, And the silvery crescent, Adorning the dark canvas. It's all magic! Beauty is right before me, I just need the eyes to see it.
A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz