Saturday, December 3, 2016

Recapturing Shadows

[pic: Aeshna]

(1)
Recapturing
The intact shadows
Of bittersweet Fall

-aeshna



Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Friday, December 2, 2016

Lighted corridor

[pic: Aeshna]

(1)
Night walks through
A house of closed doors
And a lighted corridor

-aeshna




Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Hope hangs

[pic: Aeshna]

(1)
A wanderer's heart
A house without keys
Hope hangs

-aeshna



Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Veins of gold


[pic: Aeshna]

(1)
Veins of gold
Adorning the ebony heart
No blood inside

-aeshna


Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Friday, November 25, 2016

Headless flowers


[pic:Aeshna]


(1)
Headless flowers
An alien perspective
Beauty unadulterated

-aeshna

(2)
Countless tricks
In the hat of Nature
A paraphernalia of wonder
Her boundless treasure.

-cvs


Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

All weather shoes

 

Among the hues of water
I find peace -a transient paradise...
Shadows linger


Under tiny  shade
Back  pushed against the wall.
Some rains one can't escape
    


Sunday, November 20, 2016

Silver Toys


The Sundance blinds
me with its consistent,
relentless, ruthless
brilliance.

As dusk descends
upon the pond,
the globe of gold gives
way to the one of silver.
The fire is tempered
with every reflection.
Every
shimmering ripple is
interspersed with
obscurity.
One getting dimmer,
and the other darker
as dawn approaches.

As dawn approaches, my eye
doesn’t get blinded
anymore
by the firescape.
Neither does my skin burn.
The brilliance, now, ignites
the here & now,
reducing me to a child.

The child is my guide;
the moon,
its favourite toy.

-aeshna, 2016




pic: Juja, Kenya (cvs)

Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Friday, April 29, 2016

The Crumbling Mosaic


Glassy eyes of hers look beyond
the glass of the pane into
the world of snow-
Waiting for the first star
Waiting for the moonglow
Simple pleasures rediscovered
to be rejoiced tomorrow.
 
Her hands grasping her favourite red quilt
trying to fight the falling snow.
The rapidly numbing mind seeking
the meaning of red and that of white,
the feeling of hot and that of cold.
 
The red of her blood
Quickly fading out
from her grey’s pantone.
The white of the shroud of
her soon-to-be corpse
is an end no longer as stark.
 
Of her person a few memories remain.
She wonders how much would stay on
tomorrow.
 
 
- CVS/AAA

Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

Saturday, March 5, 2016

By the Bakery


What's his name, the one with a dog,
And a tattered overcoat, a tad too long?
Today he slipped his stance and broke a pane,
Letting go the leash and dropping his cane.

The dog danced free and chased a frog-
He started moving to catch the hound
But then stood back and waited in the lot.
Of fresh bread, he smelled the air around.

Then the Princess of Frain came by that lane;
Her hair betrayed signs of wind and rain.
She was lost, to him it seemed:
With expectant eyes she looked at him.

"How far have I come to see you!" said she,
With a trembling voice and glistened eyes.
"How did my hound turn into a lady!"
Screamed her ill father at the skies.




Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller