A Free verse Aesthetic
Dancing between deafening silence and some noise, my brain was always craving for “something”. Something, which I really don’t know to word. This made me to just leave some sentences holophrastic, which many didn’t really understand, and at times myself too. Just like a kite, the mind wanders and flows through cracks of words, neither bound by purpose nor care, it dances, rolls with whims, tickling numbness, indifferent to sense and self. My mind, a feisty, rebellious spirit, full of defiance and passion; my words, wild flower s with no color; This promiscious encounters both humorous and profound, with all its intensity, is momentary captivation. Weird love---- An aesthetic ---- Just like ----- Flickering light bulbs in a subway station; Discarded trains on scrap yard; Cotton candy on the road; Balloon under an electric pole; A homeless praying; Celebrating solace at your 60s Unfinished dream; Writings fancying death; Tears during a train travel Lovers at graveyard
