Poem : A Curse or a Cure

Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]

Poem : A Weather of Verse

Are poets weak words Are poems marsh lands Are verse withering weather I know there is a tremor I know there is a turbulence I know there is a fragmentation When I web my words into verse When I will my wishes into words When I pin my thoughts upon instincts Poets may be weak […]

Poem : Irrational is Irradiant

There are rational kernels The routes are irrational yet The maps are evolving around There are rational convolutions There are rational instincts There are always subdued They are always submerged Irrationals are exuberant Irrationals are spikes We define the definities We deny the indefinites We delude the indefinites We have not seen the irrationals It […]