The Glorious Madness.

Like a cloud of fire I soar a little higher In the burning light Of that sadistic sun. Sinking-rising- Burning the golden lightening In the broad of daylight. He fears not- Throwing the silver arrows and spheres In the dawn- quite clear The dusk, a little dear He springs, trying to cut my wings AmidstContinue reading “The Glorious Madness.”

The Mystical Pishogue #2

I am fierce I am wild I am an emblem of self-implied exile.   I am aggressive I am saucy I am an insignia of selfishly haughty.   I am bold I am vain I am an image of disdain.   I am dominant I am arrogant I am yet, a metaphor of a self-loathingContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue #2”

The Mystical Pishogue.

I am meek I am mild. I am an emblem of docile.   I am innocent I am polite. I am an insignia of comply.   I am submissive I am conceding. I am an image of yielding.   I am sweet I am honest. I am a metaphor of a lonely forest.   IContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue.”

Whispered mocking

She stood there, staring blindly at the silvery wall, with no engravings on it. She hoped she would change them one day to a brighter colour, never liking the dull, un-happening colour. After all it was her personal space, where no one had the right to bother her, except of course a knock every nowContinue reading “Whispered mocking”