Newspapers take peoples’ tragedies and force the world to experience all of it.― Rebecca McNutt, Listen is Silent, or The Usurer Centuries older were youWho reduced everyone to an ignorant child.As the sun rose everyday,At my doorstep you arrivedWith fresh tidings ofNovel ideas and events,Of deaths and horrifying stories. Man’s truest chronicler were youWho told stories the…
Category: Poetry
Mourn Me Not
The sun,–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist On misty days and grief drenched mornings,When sight…
Quiddity
“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”― Ken Kesey, Kesey’s Garage Sale Through a seam in the fabric of existenceDoes the day’s soul leak…
This Brown Skin
I see the way you look at me, With pity in your eyes, I see the hatred in your gaze- But this brown skin, it’s a prize. I feel the disgust you throw my way, It’s really hard to miss… But this brown skin, it is evidence-Of the Sun’s loving kiss. I will still go…
Let it flow, let it bloom // Introducing Thoughts Gallery!
“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata Let it flow, Let it bloom In glory of nocturnal hopes,We set down in hearts of stone;Memories of promised dreams,And arm ourselvesWith our voicesTo cure decades of injustice. As we let goOf whispers from the past,We make room for words…
In Burgundy
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Under a temporal roof, doesThis tale take place.When they refused to standFor fear of falling,In Burgundy, we chased the stars. Forgotten thoughts left to oscillateBetween realms unknown, were all we were.As daisies* witheredUnder stares of scrutiny,In Burgundy we blossomed. Victims of…
A Porcelain Story
Take a seat and watchAs the rich, burgundy curtains are drawn. On the dais is seatedAn ivory, porcelain cup. As the light dims and time warps,The past comes by, to whisk you along. * * * * “She was a lonely porcelain,On a faraway shelf, did she spend her youth. Love at first sight is…
The Puppet Heart
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches He found her on the roadside, many thoughts ago. Like a flower frozen in spring was she, with blond ringlets and stark blue eyes….
Letters to Jupiter | Poetry Collection Review
“..each minutea new bird breathesthe fresh airof change.”–Birth, Letters to Jupiter Letters to Jupiter by Lotté Jean was a short read but a profound collection of poems revolving around the themes of past struggles, dark times and letting go. It had an underlying tone of growth that was evident throughout the book, with the beginning…
Home
One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.― Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend Where the skies rain beauty,Where the trees shed joyAnd man bleeds greed,Peace, we await your return. Where destiny’s hopesAre written in the…
