Bewitched by Art (A Ballad of freedom)

Every canvas is a journey, Every stroke, an emotion. Across the pale manila, She Plies her fantasies, Resplendent brush strokes That siphon her deepest desires. She exhumes her dormant splendor, And splashes her retinue of pleasures. Creating, Bringing to life! As the smooth clay swivels between his fingers He moulds a buxom flowerpot Lythe at…

Through the rain. A haiku and Renga collaboration.

Aishwarya and I are back with a rain collaboration. This time we used the haiku form, with accompanying one liners. And even wrote a Renga at the end. She wrote in (light italics) and I used the (bold italics) Hope you enjoy this. Through the rain Do you see it, Rolling in on darkened clouds….

Chosen One. #shortfiction

What do you see #53. At the witching hour In the dead of night Who will dare to bear the torch of hope. And knock at death’s door. Dread stains the silent night And stars grow distant All watching, All afraid. For dark things are coming, Things that loathe the light. The ancient prophecy foretells;…

Irresistible. A Shadorma sequence #poetry and #prose

Colleen’s weekly challenge. Moonlight touch Soft and arrousing She calls me Her whisper An intimate allusion Shameless with mischief My heart flutters… Faint caress A smidge upon skin ‘I want you’ She tells me Undaunted in her desire Audacious with need Her seduction, enthralling. Signs of lust A glint in the eye Winks of love…

The Saturday Symphony #16 (Fairytale edits)

Hi everyone, welcome to the 16th edition of The Saturday Symphony. I’m glad you are all well enough to read this, Strap in, read, enjoy and get ready to change some fates; Beauty and the beast What if the roles were reversed? Would love still come through? This week’s three featured posts A waning vanity…

Pandemic Sanctuary

The cycle in the heavens above twirls on,
Its resident constellations dance to the same routine,
And…

Unyielding love (Sonnet and haiku)

The lonely dove calls Seeking one, amongst many Bound by destiny Where this road may go, there I will follow Desire as my drive, love as my beacon Through dark fears that line depression’s hollow Into vales of addiction, far beyond reason I have tasted the edges of pleasure Been seared by the ecstasy of…

The Saturday Symphony #15 (Eye of the storm)

Hi everyone, welcome to the 15th edition of The Saturday Symphony. The storm clouds this year have been unrelenting, but you are still here, and that is something to be thankful for. Here’s a short poem I wrote to accompany us through this week’s Symphony; As spears of rain descend And paroxysms of wind wreak…