Category Archives: Music

One song

There is only one song One reed The sound slithers through the windows Of the eternal flute Scouting for an opening Searching for a solitude That it will never find Heart of the fire🔥 from which time came And left … Continue reading

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for Cohen

melancholy is a colour. it sings through the cracks opening in the river of your broken baritone. like light high on dreams the cliffs are empty, the sea froths like an angry dog, the window is open, and the lipstick-smeared … Continue reading

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Beginnings

They passed their misery around And fueled it Each affirmation was a drop Of life in the seed’s turning Into stem There was no drama As it floundered through Into the the day The most intimate impulse As tune is to … Continue reading

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I’m deeply attracted to those people who respond to a metaphor on its own terms. knead it with their minds. turn it into a flower. and pass it back to me, as if they were wielding a knife. those people … Continue reading

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Mishra Bhairavi

one seam less in the tapestry of the gathering curve, unpicked un raveling. *** In the crook of Bhairavi’s elbow he charms a simper out of silence; and silence, emboldened ventures a nervous thought, before going back into its cave … Continue reading

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music

music should deliver you from yourself. it should be like swiping a chord in nostalgia’s shop, and buying eternity for a moment. the earth of our very being should shake and beauty should slip into the crevice of our tired … Continue reading

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the hook beside the fan

the hook beside the fan runs incarnadine like your eyes turning red with the green smoke of memories masquerading as dance in our paranoid conversations in our soot black minds our black tongues magnified on walls with kites that hold … Continue reading

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