“You”; Not absolute but a version in space and time.

Image From the day of your "Conception",to the day of "expiration",your composition is swapped.Like legendary Theseus's ship,surely, in due time, chip by chip,every strip is changed and dropped. So then, what has remained of "You"?True identity or just view ?What's true? Abstract or real?What If someone rejoins each shard,rebuilds "you" or "ship" in his yard,by … Continue reading “You”; Not absolute but a version in space and time.

A bard’s lost love..

Image Such cruel fate the "Moirai" weave,Yearning souls suffer, tied hands leave,and hearts grieve with shallow smiles."Converge!", "Diverge!" the kismet calls;Puppeteer show and dancing dolls;Life trolls the harrowing miles. Worded poems in bard's quivers,Not letters but his heart's slivers,He covers, conceals and hide."Love's just a melancholic play","Forget!" "Move on!" the logic say,and heart obeys to … Continue reading A bard’s lost love..

“B’lore’s Autumn Morning”

"Bangalore’s crisp autumn morn,Gradient blotted blue, dark-some gone,Sleepy yawn, greets chirping wings.Stoned paths riddle trimmed cushion grass,Yellow hedges crease fruiting mass,Shining gloss vivifies things." PS : My first "Cywydd Llosgyrnog"! Thanks to David and his previous post "Fate, or: Folly" , I learned this type of poetic meter. 🙏😌