Still

Still

I named her Dream. Her eyes held a bazillion storiesβ€”stories untouched by judgment, wrapped instead in soft, jejune hues of days long lost. Her diaphanous mane flowed like those carefree days, and the single spiraled horn at the center of her forehead crowned her with...
Scintillating Selene

Scintillating Selene

Mystic midnight marvels (6) Demure dreams deepen gloaming glow (8) ebony ether (5) Silently shaping soft skies (7) Darkness deepens (4) Star-spangled, weaving warmth (6) Mellow, magical moon (6)         Author’s Note: The poem is on poetic style...
The Becoming (Free Verse)

The Becoming (Free Verse)

  She now seeks no perfection, nor does she seek validation but once she thrived on superficial hums placed on a stranger’s lips then she voiced her opinion, emerging strong every day, now she owns her unvarnished version. Breaking free from the reins of an...
Perfection?

Perfection?

It was a usual morning. Dawn broke not with birdsong but with the low hum of circuits. Simulated Moyo breathed in perfect rhythm, with painted skies with programmable auroras. Robots tended every street, pruning shadows, repairing silence. Yet one night, a glitch...
Sudden Stillness- Whispers of the deep

Sudden Stillness- Whispers of the deep

There’s sudden silence- whispers of the deep In the π’π’Šπ’”π’”π’‰π’π’ƒπ’…π’π’•π’‚ (silence) of placid waters π‘¨π’Žπ’‚π’‚π’“ (my) π’”π’‰π’–π’π’π’šπ’π’•π’‚ (void) festoons hollow cries Sometimes the waves are restive π’Žπ’–π’Œπ’•π’Šπ’•π’† (in freedom) Sometimes they are calm in π’π’Šπ’“π’π’ƒ π’Œπ’‚π’π’π’‚π’š (silent retreat) Is π’‹π’Šπ’ƒπ’π’...