Thoughts to Words

In a world which is so stagnant on temporary, thank you for being permanent, love, gratitude, faith are conduits for transcendence, the accnicc moon of this friendship, has no wishing pond, willingness to stay holds paramount importance, a conscious decision to be or not to be, an open secret behind a shooting star's good luck charm. ©songbriti

Barefoot these trail of ants, they got their backs, boarding a local train, in a metropolitan, hoarding sweat. Hardwork- an organ overworked, Passion- the recent Amazon forest, the esophageal bridge distributing 'provisional permits' to drive from 9 to 5, also sometimes overtime, speeding at zero dreams per hour. A ventilating cigarette purifies sleep in the 1BHK, curtained by a nest of necessities, though the wingless cannot fly, they can climb the highest high. The backpacks of duties are heavier than weighed, the horizon is not going anywhere, when the curtains are raised, they'll get there and beyond. ©songbriti

I could be the emergency candle when flickering dangers dodge you, keep me in a jar, that contained lemon marmalade, you love oranges I know, life is fond of sour lemons instead, culinary arts is so much more than Michelin stars, it hardly is a fair-weather place but in any season on Earth and phase of the Moon,  a firefly pixie is your friend, delve into your spiritual growth, a well-wisher won't push you  into the well when you take refuge, in the dense fog,  tons of silver linings we can craft, an ethereal friend-ship sails and sails, in due course blessed with bountiful harvests. ©songbriti

Marriages and how I implode when the antipathy it assaults me with is venomous. Hell, how old and bad habits die hard. Grey habits with a habitat that is downright dangerous and should go up in flames. Only a dolt with candy floss in his inner circle will be sucking up to those fairies and the second hand lies they go around littering and pick up the mushy teddy bears with 'I am all happy and distilled' popping out of their chests. Mending is not what a prince does in Sleeping Beauty or what the house of Hansel and Gretel which is plastered with confectionery, candies and cake is. You cannot just mend things like that especially when they are broken. Broken is broken and when you are desperate to mend the broken you break the broken into dandelions that lose their cause in the quest of getting back to where they were. Hiring adjustments and designating them to work on assignments that are baseless claims of some forced agreement is insanely patronizing the supermassive black ho

I fish for the fleshes  of good sunsets, for instance the tangerine ice  that blooms in Antartica, and in the manure saltwater warps their carcasses, my thirst is a camel's reservoir and hunger fed to bones,  I was teleported out of Hamlin but my ache is rented by lease, the menace of plague in doldrums repugnance spat out in cypress logs, a shelf life of honey it has, bees howling in packs, the moon is on an idle saunter, a settlement out in bail, I fish for the fleshes of good sunsets baiting bloodstreams for prospective mutants, monstrous in taste. ©songbriti