Saturday

Ready for the weekend!

Mom and God

Mom and God P K Routray God! Have you taken my mom? Didn’t you have a mother like we some? Pray, send her now for some days to me.

Splash

Jumping in the water Splash splash splash Rain coming down Splash splash splash Jumping in puddles Splash splash splash Boots hitting the ground Splash splash splash Sun coming out

Invisible

Threw the phone lines, I can hear you Threw the wall I can feel you Threw the window I can see you But you still can’t see me. Im invisible to you I am not even there You don’t care

Interrupted

Warm breeze Weak knees Cool air Don’t care The sand in between my toes As I walk along the beach Seagulls in the ocean Causing a ton of commotion Waves hit the sand hard
Cherry

When Wheels Turn

as sparrows feed their young -- accordion mouths awaiting turns for food

Music...

Music was my First Love ....

I dreamed a dream, cursed are my thoughts.

It wasn’t me he thought: He spoke, Lying; defeat: A prison he didn’t wish to share. Barred from any dignity or resurrection; Barren was his night, a heart no longer able to bear.

Forgotten.

Got a tad carried away when describing how powerful adjectives were, this is the result.

Bathe

How ephemeral you are You who slick my supple skin In rapturous bursts of cleansing birth And lavishly spread it, then with smiling claws

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