Showing posts with label Micro poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Micro poems. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 April 2026

Infinitesimal


 

Infinitesimal

infinite ocean
incredible horizon
infinitesimal me


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Thursday, 16 April 2026

Scatterbrain


 

Scatterbrain

seeking beauty
in every frame
ah! my scattered brain


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Tuesday, 14 April 2026

Perch


 

Perch

from a quaky perch
nestled in a shaky tree–
caught on a high!


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Friday, 10 April 2026

Afternoon Spree


 

Afternoon Spree

picking up bits
and pieces of bliss–
afternoon spree


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Wednesday, 8 April 2026

Lone Star


 

Lone Star

caught between
light and dark
a lone star


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Friday, 27 March 2026

Tipsy


 

Tipsy

an urn full of wine
overturns–
a tipsy morning


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Tuesday, 24 March 2026

Afternoon



Afternoon

the night gathers,
the noon still lingers
unawares


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Saturday, 21 March 2026

Touch Me Not



Touch Me Not

shade or shine
let me be with my lot
touch me not


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Wednesday, 18 March 2026

Doorway


 

Doorway

a doorway guards
a distant past
future passes through


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Sunday, 15 March 2026

A Sip of Dawn


 
A Sip of Dawn

tipped and dropped
into the railing pot
a sip of aurora


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Wednesday, 11 March 2026

Backyards

[Mathur, Kerala]


Backyards

unfading past
unchanging backyards
changing facades


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Monday, 9 March 2026

Wake-up Call


 

Wake-up Call

a slice of dawn
hangs in wait
I wake up late


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Wednesday, 4 March 2026

Valleys

[Pokhara, Nepal]



Valleys
 

sky bathed in blush
clouds in a stealthy rush
valleys hush-hush


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Monday, 2 March 2026

Infinity

[Kanthalloor, Kerala]


Infinity

where road ends
infinity begins
earth meets heavens


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Sunday, 1 March 2026

Morning Cuppa


 
Morning Cuppa

a drop of sun
a cup of shine
daily decoction


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Monday, 16 December 2024

The Finale


The heart stops midbeat
The rhythm pulsates, lingers
The music plays on.

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Friday, 21 June 2024

Deeps

Still runs deep.


Still waters
Turbulent fathoms
Deeps beckon.

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Saturday, 28 October 2023

Fences

While in the nightly hours...


Sparkles
of the vinous,
musky moonlight
spill o’er
the urns
of the skies,
speckle
the nooks
and crannies
of the night,
cling
to the fences
of my senses,
and my sleepy eyes.

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Tuesday, 8 August 2023

Survivor

And to no applause.


The lone survivor.
Though lone, survivor.
Though survivor, lone.

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Saturday, 13 May 2023

If You Must

Caught on the run.


Call it not dusk
nor call it dawn,
call it if you must
a twilight daylong
slipped and fallen
off the horizon.

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