
Dreams forgotten in the minutia
Somewhere along the way,
through the space in between
losing oneself in the what ifs.
Complicated romantic entanglements,
the frequent chaos of daily life
setting up impossible expectations,
beating oneself up for not doing it.
As I pen down these thoughts
to encapsulate the events,
fragments of speech,
an incoherent notion
from oblique clues…
thoughts in their aftermath.
Listening to that still voice inside
The whispers grow louder
Change seems to be afoot.
A journey of transformation
to catch a glimpse
of timeless and transcendent truths
[that] roam beyond the world of dust
by operations peculiar to itself.
The image emerged from the shadows
beyond the quotidian
like those fairies in stories.
Uncertainty looms.
There will come certain moments
to get to the bottom of things.
Collage poetry using snippets from various places online