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THE GIRL IN THE RED DRESSI saw her face, a crowded place.I have reached the point in my life where I have to start my journey. Time to stop ‘trying to’ live life and live it for once. With my vision blurred and a problematic iris, I found myself in the middle of my mid-life crisis and realised I had been living life the wrong way. I was on a wrong journey, one that was asymmetric with destiny. So, I broke out of my shell....

(Wine and Roses) Pan comes piping cloven hooves high-steppin' it white flutter-by maidens ring in on the changes enchanted in the glade of interleaved filtering a sun-dappled glen where she sits composing a secret audience the river laughing nearby harmonizes with tiger-lilies and tickled trout swimming against the beat cricket castanets drone keeping rhythm, beating time and time has flown the knave of hearts fans out ac...

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Cursed (part 2)

Eris, 15 years later

“My dear, come away from the window. A cloudless night like this will cast an illness upon you before you know it,” the maid instructed ushering the girl away from it and towards a fire. She rolled her eyes and took one last glance at the moon as the old lady shut the curtains. “I am fine, Helen. There was no need to worry, I just wanted to look at the full moon,” Eris replied hastily. She curled up in front of the fire w...

Sound II

I am scared!

Sound III’m scared!I’m lost in the midst of these dramas,I search someone, but never near. I want to flee from these cultured pretensions Of social class and status. I flee every time but they catch me each time. I'm in the midst of plenty, but lonely! I envy them, For they walk alone in the woods and deserts. They have the world and What do I have? Academic certificates, Ph.D. ; religion and cast certificatesIncome certi...

Sounds Within

sounds from within formed in to words.

Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live, they see; they feel, They hear and they do, For they are not captives of their physical bonds. I'm here, Around the unknown languages and figures.