Fey.

Sunday, January 5, 2014 at 2:56 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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I can see stardust in the words,
making them casualties of my imagination

The light has to be just right
A time at night,
tilt your head just so
and the words will alight

a fey ecstasy

S
Last night around 1 or 2, can’t remember, while reading a book of short stories. Learned about the word ‘fey’ for the first time from the book and borrowed it.

Literally my dream today.

Thursday, December 26, 2013 at 11:33 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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Fish were so hungry,
they leapt and flew in the air.
Clouds disintegrated into
particles of air or crystals.
I couldn’t tell,
but it was beautiful somehow.

I was going to live in a house
There were stairs
and gorgeous views.
I had to duck from the fish
and try to get away from distractions,
to get pictures of the clouds,
disintegrating crystals or particles
that they were.

I walked the streets,
following an unknown figure.
Maybe it was the love of my life
I can never tell,
but in the end it didn’t matter
because I was trying to capture those clouds.

Sona
10:32 am wrote this right after I woke up because I had to jot down my dream, it was so visually interesting and beautiful, and this is exactly what it was.

Dust Particles.

Friday, December 6, 2013 at 1:12 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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That sometimes I think there are days that
will fall away
and I’ll drift in their dust
and we’ll be particles
in the air waves
crashing against each other

Sona

12:08 am in my bed in California and I just realized that the last post was written at the same time a little more then 8 months ago in a different continent.

Ink.

Monday, October 29, 2012 at 5:21 pm | Posted in Art, Life | Leave a comment
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From last month, while trying to divert my mind from life. Scanner still sucks.

Horse

Sona

Fugitive.

Monday, September 3, 2012 at 3:21 pm | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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I had the strongest urge to run today
away
the muscles in my legs twitched and
I could feel my spine getting ready for motion
my mind’s eye visualized the escape routes,
vaguely,
saw the seat on a bus, train, but most likely an airplane
with me and a book
learning a language to make conversations
with other fugitives from their current lives
this wasn’t a new or strange urge though, it’s become routine even
soon I won’t be able to withstand it anymore
my body’s preparation for escape
soon
the urge won’t be contained with a deep breath and
a call for patience

Sona
September 3, 2012
Long after midnight

A continuation.

Friday, July 13, 2012 at 3:11 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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Shakespeare wrote,
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know

Did he know that journeys end
period
leaving you bereft
with lots of loose ends
unfinished conversations and moments
yet to happen

Did he know that journeys end
and continue on at the same time
because you still have memories
of finished conversations and moments complete
so you smile
because their journey
resumes in your heart and your mind
and you live those moments
then, now, tomorrow and always

Sona
July 12, 2012
For a friend.

Burden

Wednesday, October 19, 2011 at 12:15 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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I’m holding it all in
until I’m alone
because I’m already a burden
I don’t need to do this now
unburden myself in front of my bearers

it becomes easier with time
there’s only a hint of moisture
a glisten under the lashes
it might be a reflection of light

but I don’t want it to become easier
and I don’t want to be a burden anymore
or even before
but I am
so I wait and I hold it all in
until I’m all alone

Sona

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