Arts
after poetry ~ is a state of remaining... a suspension in the wordless void it must be with all this jingle of unresolved emotions that fail to dissolve in the gush of gallons pumped by the heart after poetry~ sounds like a silence feels like a numbness inhabiting the soul a protective shield for the residual vulnerability a fertile field ready to conceive a crop of love and a weed of letters again after poetry~ a post-monsoon mulling over a steaming cup of tea a seaside reverie a sea-salt epiphany of another poem... after poetry~