short-story

Where do I stand with you all?: A poem

I know this travel/ travail, and my armour being the trappings to tolerate the jungle; even a jumble of deeds resonates, like fierce howls of wolves. The battle cry is no herald of victory, for a Trappist who retained his austerity but forgot his silence. My Goddess has sensed my frugality of action turning into friction! She cautions me, but leaves me to my own devices. I am Platonic inContinue reading “Where do I stand with you all?: A poem “

The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem

I thought my aspiration was a distant country so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land That there were so many boundaries and walls between, that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “