Rachel and Paul had always a connection since childhood. Despite their differences and the things his friends used to say about her behind her back, Paul made sure to be there for Rachel in an encouraging way although at times even he tended to lose patience with her. When Paul…
Battling against hypocrisies, sadomasochism and perfunctory pursuits of pop benchmarks of successes, he refuses the passion-oriented male worldview of karma and life’s purposes. Metamorphosed by compassion, that love’s innocence fills him with, he opts for a journey that takes him far away from the stupidity of self-worth, calculated in terms…
Two cousins, Basil and Thyme, the closest two beings anyone will ever come to know, celebrate Basil's sixteenth birthday. They end their spree exhausted, but eager to explore the forest behind their shared home. Not so soon after they set out, the sun begins to set and they both start…
Igneous to metamorphic rock,
Nature and time-ultimate truth
From summer to winter, winter to spring –pouring
Sweet sweating- snowflakes- cuckoo sings
Season changeover and being-
Two things are still virgin- untouched,
My love, my soul- the power of God.
"Our assignment was to write about the person who changed our lives the most. The day I met him at the Laundromat he was wearing a Backstreet Boy's t-shirt, one blue sock and one polka dot sock, and was carrying one of those old Polaroid cameras."
The unusual metamorphosis of…
This is a poem I wrote recently.
It is mainly about the three stages of life: youth, maturity, and adulthood.
I named it "Stairways" because I like my titles to be ambiguous. I see life like a stairway in that there are many levels, as characteristic of a stairwell.
each day I pass him; he just standing there neither waiting for food or drink.. what's he waiting for or is just hanging out lest he miss anything going in the world outside his hilly field by the lake-shore..
Or is he hanging out in another dimension on the rim…
This is a new poem I've written in hopes to get back in touch with my poetry. It's not very good. My poetry needs work. I hope to get back into writing my poetry and letting my poetry grow.
I mostly write novels, so that's my main writing ability. But…
This is my first published piece of writing on Booksie. It is a poem but because I feel that people should make their own interpretations of things (it would make me happy if you shared them), I won't try to explain it.
Also I like to provide background information on…
thinking the other night out fishinh in the dark of our summer midnight .. all the things that seem to easily explained by logic , rationale rhetoric- these all dissipate under the mysterious heavens ,universe or many iniverses; time