LIKE CHORDS OF WONDER


Like chords of wonder

Bridging paranormal with mortality

That moment utopian

When awe captivates in speechless spell

All is still

Like mesmerize of grand stylistic devise

Law of gravity defied

Amid chords of wonder relayed

Unprecedented glorious start heralded 

Experiential bliss magnificently beheld

In the middle of nowhere

For all to know

Ultimately

Inevitably

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VEILED 2


Continued from last week…

He frowned at the contrast between the beautiful glowing face and the image depicted by the tattoo. How could the two exist together? Talking of discrepancies, this day seemed to present more than just one illustration on the matter. He felt like one lost in a hostile wilderness going round and round in circles of motion with no progress.

“Are you okay sir?” Came the gentle voice underlined with delicate innocence that caused his heart to race fast. Continue reading “VEILED 2”

VEILED


There exists the great mystery of all times, once concealed, now revealed, securely holding the chords of life together. Like a bride on a bright sunny D-day morning she patiently stands still, eagerly awaiting the grand moment of unveiling, for the kiss of grace that completes humanity in perfect love.

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CRY OF THE HUNTED


Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”

STRIPPED


My name is Macho. I will fearlessly tell of the moment that forever altered the course of my life. Let’s just say I belonged in relegation, somewhere in the shades of insignificance. Literary. And in every respect. That pretty much for the better part of my life. This was of course enough to have perfectly configured me to be synonymous with defeat. Continue reading “STRIPPED”

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