A gazelle escapes into the cosmos swift as the mind an arrow poised whizzes past doe-eyed prey shifts nebulously Orion scintillates against the firmament the Hunter gives chase as thoughts spiral free on a never-ending quest of what comes next in this paradigm shift. A Quadrille (a poem of 44 words) on the prompt ‘shift.’Continue reading “Paradigm Shift”
Author Archives: Aboli Mane
Nimbostratus
Nimbostratus over the lake smoke grey bringing rain eclipsing the sun. This one escaped from a volcano carrying fire in its bowels. Smoke from the dragon’s mouth burnt sienna and soot hanging low; mirrored. Over the placid lake simmering rage witholding rain. Written for Sadje’s WDYS #178. Thanks for reading 💖
Bullet Journal
The washi tape concealing the tears the mistakes I am making it pretty for all to see razzle-dazzle. Bullet journaling my life isn’t easy too much hidden too little revealed a calligraphy can’t fix the messes I make. Dubious to attempt to make it an art dubious to even try this pretty bullet journal soundsContinue reading “Bullet Journal”
If You Are Well Rested…
circadian rhythm awake and arise serotonin sunshine if you are well rested the day begins well the body clock has a way early to bed early to rise makes a person healthy and wise current lifestyles do not agree with this maxim, unsurprised entrainment is a habit and habits are hard to set it takesContinue reading “If You Are Well Rested…”
Four Walls In A Room
Four walls in a room a writer lives there permanently; her steps take her to places and spaces. Her restless heart wanders like a banshee the mountain trail beckons to the valleys and meadows. Dancing on the edge of a cliff a nebulous love whispers the writer weeps however tethered to her desk; chained yetContinue reading “Four Walls In A Room”
O Kerchief In My Hand…
O kerchief in my hand you are not laced nor dainty you exude no femininity no soft scents permeate you are a plain white rumal soft cotton humbly crinkled oh how I prize you… O kerchief, I am sorry for all the moments you witness on tiresome days when I cry I am grateful thatContinue reading “O Kerchief In My Hand…”
Nothing Bothers Me
Nothing bothers me. I repeat the phrase over again as the rain cascasdes over me. I dreamed of touching the clouds, soft and fluffly. Angelic. However, today the weather has shown its wicked side. Thunder and lightning crack havoc and I am caught between. This is the closest to god I’ll ever be. The cloudsContinue reading “Nothing Bothers Me”
Truth, Easily.
The smell of burning paper is what draws me to the balcony. The smoke filters upward as flames eat the leaves. After all, tree pulp and trees are the easiest fuel to a fire. I pick a paper swishing across the floor in an attempt to escape. When the flames die down, I have aContinue reading “Truth, Easily.”
How Far I Have Come…
How far I have come I do not know every small step felt just like that a step and nothing else. There are miles ahead I do not know what other pathways lie forked and straight every path I shall try When I chance upon it I do not know whether it is fate toContinue reading “How Far I Have Come…”
A E I O U
A E I O U Vowels swim on my screen jumping forth eager to please. M and T Feeling empty squish around the vowels whole words I see. M A T Welcome no shoes please in an Indian household we walk barefeet. M E T Handshake nice to see you hello neighbour from the blogosphereContinue reading “A E I O U”
Free Shoes
A shoe that didn’t fit I wore it anyway a pair too tight a pair too loose none just right. I was lucky, said they I just had a pair others had no shoes others had no privilege while I could choose. When I circled around the block there it stood equality: free shoes peopleContinue reading “Free Shoes”
A Writer In The Room 