The Euryklides' stomachs rumbled
and the encrypted voices of the unliving
rose to the larynx of the oracles
foretelling the calamities to come.
...
We all move on our assigned tracks
some by destiny and some by choice
but once a while our tracks merge
for sometime
...
Like any other game that
people play
the games of poetics have their rules too
and have players pitted
...
Sentenced to solitude
I merge myself in you
the master mariner
and you envelop me
...
POETRY READING
It was an international
Poetry-Fest that I recall
...
I could have sprayed the room
with a strong deodorant
to drown your scent that lingered
but you continued to
...
Psychedelic display
of celestial lights
as sounds of the falling rains
play the incessant notes
...
The soft silence
of the pollen falling on
butterflies' wings
bounces back from
...