unstillness

I tried to hold peace in my arms
I felt it slip away
truth awakened
a startling anxiety
where courage is silent
a standstill for que sera sera
the arithemetic of motion
pitiless in inconsistency
the peace...in the bucketlist
of political variants
a supposed salvation
where violence becomes a brand
burning tne stars in the sky
eclipscing the sun
torching the moon
failing the breath....

 

dreaming words

I dream words with pen in hand
draping pages with lores grande
memoirs spill, fluid, raw
gracing moments bourgeois.

I drift in rhapsody of radiance
like an oracle, words nestle eloquence
blending an effulgent infusion
lines of pulsating passion.

words embellish blossoming poesy
quivering a vibrant empathy
heart beats a mystical ditty
restless contemplations set free.

I hear the octave of a faltering note
lingering on sensibilities beaut
words twirl , melt, into a sunset
to rendezvous into dawn's croquette

Like a mouthpiece of my heart - my poetry
A flagbearer setting my spirit free

bereft

a hungry child eyes
ants trailing morsel...
outside..
a lost bird cries
for its nest...

like guardians of the street
rats gnaw 
homeless man's sidewalk.
the cold's blue scent
waft's into
loneliness of hunger..
silence of the night
carries the longing 
into dawn...
and an
unknowing day..





#verse

Lido Of Venice

Hearts transported, feet sinking into welcoming sand
Warm frothy waters caressing tanned skin
couples seek this treasure trove away from city’s din.
lovers captivated by the Golden Island

As the magnificent orb sets on a glorious day
Frolicking thoughts and passions play
An effervescent sky casts a seducing light
On Adriatic sea somnolent in evening’s twilight.

As the night climaxes into wee hours of morning
Horizon glows with effusion of new day dawning
The Lido of Venice, a lagoon enclosing love-in
Paradise, a haven where romance will never wear thin.