I am excited to share my poem, ravens flying on wings, which is now available atMasticadoresIndia. A big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
ravens flying on wings
the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and reminiscent of the night, reminds me of a time, before transgression, and
possessions of body and mindโฆ
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Magical density perplexes the mind, and all of itโs fantastical notions of worldly subsistence, arriving one after another, in a wonderfully elaborate alien formation.
Cloaking to be concealed, striving to imitate the chameleon that no mishape be revealed.
All creatures hunger for a home, Chimera hungers too, yet doomed to roam a lonely existence within those that know the difference, between the magic in the unseen, while others remained concealed and perplexed by the fantasy roamed ruth.
A being not of here nor there, with segments that do not arrange, a miscellaneous kit.
Everytime it tries, as best it may, to camouflage an offending section, knowing that if seen in the light of day, the result prophesied to be rejection.
Ah, the detection that do insue, yet, there is another way, while you pray and look through your dismay, remember the light is yours to behold, while you hold tight to the known.
Authentically embodies his makerโs creation sown, grandly observing from the creatures monumental thrown; chanting in the kingdom of obscure overlapping dimensional zones.
Fears abound As we progress, and Distress over everything little thing
That transpires upon the wire A balancing act, where we sway With even the gentlest breeze,
Losing our balance While gripping to our fear Of what is seen through the valance
An illusion
Proven time and again, yet We continue to buy-in, To that which is seen and heard,
Like?
That very beautiful bird, a mystery Deluge of the cloistered senses Ever pleasant and on fire For more presents,
Gifts from the unknown realms Where safety reigns supreme,
Like?
That elm tree, Solid and anchored deep Even though the roots are hardly seen
Safe and strong, Know that you always belong, To that which is unseen, and is
Such a silent mystery, and Also a part of our collective history, so
Remember, you are safe As you look out through that valance Donโt be deceived, rather be retrieved, For itโs in your heartโs heart that you truly do believe