With ebbs and flows like sea and lake waters the ground was trembling, magnificent earthquake confidence was at stake. Wanted to do your best so never felt at rest you are too self-demanding so confidence faded. Too much self-exigency leave me please, let me be tell it now. That parent, sister, brother, that relative of… Continue reading Confidence
A Review of XXL – A Book by Aditya Shankar
I have greatly enjoyed reading this book. Aditya Shankar’s language is highly elaborate, versatile, philosophical, thought-provoking, and full of beautiful imagery and wordplays. The topics the author explores are highly varied and intermingle with each other. These are the four main topics I have found in the majority of the poems and flash fiction: 1-… Continue reading A Review of XXL – A Book by Aditya Shankar
When Silent Love met with Boasting Vanity
A long time ago I got used to living with My open wounds, The last withered while I was staring at the sunset In the middle of the fog. Yes, you told me so many times About your suffering, How your heart shrunk Fisted in bleeding red While your eyes tasted The salt of the… Continue reading When Silent Love met with Boasting Vanity
Elina Duni Quartet – Sytë
Selina gazes up in the sky, Eyes saddened, Wandering across the pines Of a little world fallen asleep. Remembering Kyrta’s conversation: “Acceptance of your fate Will never come too late.” Hear the distant echoes Of birds still singing Yet sunbeams have gone to sleep. Selina is also put to bed. She sleeps with… Continue reading Elina Duni Quartet – Sytë
GUEST POST: Watching Grandpa at The Sheep Gate – A Poem by Donald Standeford
I am very grateful to writer Donald Standeford for liking my friend Mario Savioni‘s great photographic and literary work, Latin Quarter – Paris 1995, and also for reblogging my humble posts. This is a beautiful poem by Donald Standeford: Watching grandpa at the sheep gate Love wisdom like diamonds, And you won’t regret it; This… Continue reading GUEST POST: Watching Grandpa at The Sheep Gate – A Poem by Donald Standeford
Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al
Spring anticipation in the air Orange reddened sun Gets ready to hide its rays Behind the lowest of all mountains Mirroring itself on the lake. Vanity at its highest level. Yet the picture turns out different In a mixture of yellow and blue Of greed and sadness a faithful clue. “You’re so vain, You probably… Continue reading Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al
