I am a museum full of
art, and a deck full
of music,
but none
tries
to
visit
me any
more – art and music
are meant for my soul consumption
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 152
He cried wolf
left
a
bitter
residue
the flavour of truth
they took it with a pinch of salt
Pandemic
table set for six sits waiting
but there is no one
left to serve
or drink
the
tea
In response to: Sadje’s What you see Challenge #40
Curiosity kills just cats
one
man’s
meat or
rat’s poison
what is on that list
curiosity helps save rats
In response to: Sadje’s What do you see Challenge # 39
One day I will
one day I will write about us
it will be the best
ever piece
I write
of
fib
Fib: Noun
- A lie
- A poem consisting of 6 lines with 20 syllables, with syllables per line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 based on Fibonacci Sequence. The poem above is an example of Reverse Fibonacci poem.
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 145
I am
I
am
but a
figment of
imagination
waiting for someone to delve in
The cupboard of abundance
the cupboard of abundance lies
abandoned these days
consumption
is seen
as
sin
Different tastes
he
was
hungry
for her – she
on the other hand
had no appetite for his games
Regretful happenings
regretful happenings often
in their aftermath
are cause of
endless
sweet
pain
Triggered by time
some
truths
remain
hidden – some
are triggered by time
to reveal their true character
