POEM: ‘Proxy’.

Making of memories,

Momentary,

Nostalgia in hindsight,

Fractured.

A burning, yearning to re-create,

Smouldered, buried,

As seas separate moments captured.

Picture loved ones,

Close in spirit,

Scattered across Earth’s plane,

But connected,

By trajectories transport inhibits,

Yet bonds remain unaffected.

Displacement runs rife,

To skies from ceilings,

As birthplace does not equal home,

Future, friends, feelings,

Are felt only by proxy, picture, phone.

One day,

Smiles will not expire,

Once annual hugs,

Now carry frequency and laughter,

A full face, fresh space- my attire,

When I no longer require a return-trip after.

 

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POEM: ‘Brave’

You go against the grain until you grind into the ground,

While everybody waltzes, you salsa solely to your own sound,

A sound your soul is smitten to,

A rhythm only your aura has written to,

Yet you wear your ‘rare’ with a humility that glares.

While masses tend to consume mess,

And celebrate mediocrity in blissful duress,

In your stride resides a resilience,

Which only resonates with those whose paths will not be paved,

Your most admirable attribute is your ability to be brave.

 

FICTION: ‘Interest.’

Interest

SHE…

Had never encountered someone like him. Infectious. Reflective. Brooding. Sharp. Sunny. Warm. Level Headed. Fragmented in parts but collected. He would be one of the few to enter a sacred place that she sheltered from the majority. Continue reading “FICTION: ‘Interest.’”