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Blue Roses | Scribbling Stone 5

i think i saw blue roses not teal, not navy, just blue blue roses not in posses just this one solitary blue.   P.S: Apologies to ‘The Glass Menagerie’ by Tennessee Williams ; title borrowed from there 🙂 P.P.S: Linked … Continue reading

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Flounce

Meghalaya: cloud flounces in azure and fuchsia and silken white lacy scallops; well, that was Meghalaya when i was nine. flounces, i still know: that is me every time you turn glib and gab me into disgraceful flow like an … Continue reading

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the sound of rain

the sound of rain drops striking the fine grains of stubborn red soil, the sudden spread of rainwater-wetness, leaving trails again and again- memories etched on soft, yielding ground, a few moments of rainy sounds. is it me or is … Continue reading

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Cutting blue

Scissored thoughts cut through that softly rainy day when the mist made a monocle of my glasses and i sat, a hollow one-eyed whisper, rummaging through that cup-board of carefully folded words which turned around and bit the day into … Continue reading

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violet

this is about what was, what could’ve been what never was, brimming with maybes in never-never land, orchidly eternal, violet and wildly beautiful.

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be-I-ing

In that moment I am alive, I exist, I matter, I AM matter, In that strand In your mind.

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in {}s

what is it about curly brackets that brace me, curl my lips in a smile unwilling, as i, in my blackened iris, see a hug, unconditional, not in parentheses, and say not ugh (and click my tongue to complete the … Continue reading

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