Soundscapes
A vast
desert
Ripples in
sand
Grains in
crevices of my palm
A red roof
Against a
Monochrome sky
Coffee
table
My pen
Her words
The lead
tip scratches the paper heart
Black
powder paints the night
An empty
vessel
Purple
flowers
Wilted at edges
Blue pea
flower tea
Whirlpool
in my glass cup
No sugar
Thoughts
stir
The spoon
tinkles
Hollow
earth
Wet mud
Dry bones
in a tattered shroud
Binaural
beats
A third
illusion
Soulful
violin shakes her out of her reverie
Hunched
back
Hammer
strokes
On silver
speck
The foil
stretches
till the
horizon
The pupils
harden to pearls
A silver
sun
A silver
sea
Metallic
moods
Vibrations
Within and
without
Decibels
Drown in
the hollow of the earth
I hear
nothing
Nothing
Nothing
……………………………………………ghazal
9:40 am 17/11/18
