Wednesday, September 02, 2026

ReVerse

Priorities look like
A pile of laundry to be folded,
Meals to be fixed
Dishes to be done!
They Look like 
Mopping, chopping, Hopping around
Picking up stuff, tidying up the rooms

Priorities slip and flip
(When little pockets of time
Presents itself) - 
From self care to survival
From taking a stroll to a quick scroll
From meditating to sorting the fridge
You get the drift that priorities shift
From oiling the hair to organizing the pantry
Or wiling away time while the scribbles await!
That's when musing becomes chopping sentences
To feign a verse
Reversing perhaps
Rephrasing an urgency to keep up
A priority delayed!


Tuesday, September 01, 2026

Verse

There's an invisible thread of fate
That ties me to this space!
Doesn't matter if I am present
Or musing on the screen
Punching the keys away,
Like possessed
Or if I am ruminating 
In my mental altar
About the traffic that faded 
In the lanes of the neighborhood,
Adjacent to the elementary school.
There's something about roads
Sans people, automobiles and bikes
With trees standing still
Like witnesses to the quiet.
Emptiness is an emotion
Akin to peace 
Says my pseudo spiritual backside
Tying everything to the vacuum 
And wondering if being nothing
And doing nothing is a virtue
That isn't, but is trying to be.