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M onarch could be King right? Albeit a milder version of the magnanimity. How does monikers matter anyway - when metaphors rule the roost. S...

 I start off with a misnomer I should have called it Oldness I was supposed to write Was I born to yield or fight? And was I to express, to ...

I am supposed to weave a repose in words String phrases spelled in the vocab of emotion  Pick them sentences like cherries from an orchid To...

These structures  Like the abstract  Lugging me along into a void Trust me it isn’t as dark as it sounds  Nor is it empty and dull What if I...

 

  Sometimes  I wish I wasn’t this inclined to write Or express elaborately in wordage! Sometimes  I wish I didn’t need screens and keyboards...

Once I dreamt of petting  An albino alligator- or may be two. I hoped to foster them, or may be adopt! “They are obnoxious” “A Faux paus”- I...

  There’s a world between you and me Stair cases, errands, rat races, daily grinds A word between you and me It could have been ‘Us’ - But i...

 Another day melts into the dusk On an unknown countdown I look through the curtains of my cozy bedroom  Through the layers of the goose dow...

  Do you ever try, To capture the deeps The rhythms of the heart, the rhymes of the soul Armed with the paraphernalia.,.donning the explorer...

 Fabrics can be friends The ones sewn into flattering forms Wrapping my flesh in a cuddle, puddles of frills warming my skin That Tee for ex...