Poems

  Unappreciated wasteful void Nothing to say Nowhere to go Nobody to be with Irrevocable. Seemingly irrevocable Silence. Frozen unresponsive slumber Stared directionless Random sincerity At home at work from home from work

  Intoxicated and full Of ideas and being Of memories and loss Of promises and doubts Of resolves and delays Of dreams and not Of him and her image courtesy – volegov.com

Sending letters Post office and first day covers Summer break and pen friends Envelope and stamps Postman and afternoons Wait and perusals Smile and tears All lost… Sending messages from one id to the other. Both mine.

Unattended unguided unseen underground Lived stale childhood abandoned “Someone is here” but not to release them Someone was there to release something else And lived her childhood again

Rejuvenation is ephemeral, boredom stays Isolation is forever, congestion prevails Forever is silence, music hinders Lyric is sensibility, words obfuscate Intention is compulsive, perception administers Opportunity is materialisation, purpose vanishes Journey is quintessential, time obstructs Inspiration is a triviality, momentous occurs Spontaneity is monotony, trivial  intensifies Longing is  intoxication, emotion suffers ‘Nostalgia is a distraction’, distraction lingers

It had thought it was morning It ran deep into woods for fun, Was tricked! It was still evening Naps are confusing They take you to another world and make you forget time What is waking, what is sleeping? The forest was tempting The fragrance mesmerizing And darkness awaiting… What is dusk, what is dawn?

A few hushed voices, a few loud ones, Perceptions being made, apprehensions won Curiosities and quick glancing Expectations and lack of strings: Silenced and shut by conceptions and notions Sitting in the darkest of corners Kept struggling for recognition. A fight against obliteration A fight against nullification Unnoticed unvoiced… As rejection became a routine Light