In silence, offer a smile. In sorrow, shoulder someone’s grief. Let kindness be our language, let wisdom be the treasure we seek. Let stillness fill the emptiness and #patient acceptance loosen the biases we harbor and keep. ~rev #vss365 📸 self

I am inked in truth, Seductively conspired lines. Will you still choose me? #Haiku Inked in pure thoughts, Seductively it conspires Beneath skin laid bare, Revealing what truth may cost Will you still reach out to me? ~rev #tanka #revealing #vss365 📸 self

“Redemption” I have seen evil in a temple preach of doom, a devout kneeling in Satan’s cove. Don’t lose yourself so deep within that you end up ghosting your own soul. Redemption is a brutal road, but atonement, sometimes, rides another road. ~rev #writingcommunity #dark #poetry #motorcycles

A man must learn to belong to himself.

#writingcommunity “Fall for Me”

"The earth laughs in flowers." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Anjuna’s #Flea Drifters hide, barefoot souls, guitars slung low trading songs and secrets under the Goan sky The sand remembers the campfires serendipity lingers in the salty air with feni and port nostalgia hangs like warm smoke ~rev #vss365 #goa #anjunabeach 📸 net

What do you do when small friends crave attention cutting in, “Me first” every time? I align my putt on the green one of them goes “Oh look, a ball.” I draw a line with my #putter Do Not Cross One crosses slips in the pocket love dogs but I love putting more ~rev #vss365 📸self

Here lie the souls shattered by #distant bombs, while crowds gather to pose & capture the scenery. In the foreground: the blind. In the distance: the guilty, who never visit or atone. Their atrocities are safely contained, conveniently etched into marble & stone. ~rev #vss365 📸self

Soldier lay on the wet sand wounded battered disillusioned helmet in his hand #Fraught with fear of death fought alongside his brothers on a deserted land barren sparged with sweat & blood of heroes who had fallen to the shells fired from own guns ~rev #UnchainedSymphonies 📸net

1/2 Embrace the fear, trust becomes truth just you and me on this #wondrous path. Together in the storm, hold on, stay strong. Open wounds and old scars, condemned from the start still we wonder why fate returns and Cupid plays his part. Circumstance tears us apart, #vss365

Battle of Brave 21 soldiers all Sikhs, all Singhs (tigers) Held a #signal post between Forts Cavagnari & Lockhart Thousands came for them They fought They fell not one surrendered Such valour of kings who wore turbans as crowns Lest we forget Battle of #Saragarhi 12 Sep 1897 #vss365 📸 net

Languor still lingers, soft and sound, a quiet pall of love surrounds us. #haiku #linger #vss365 📸 self

You are better off watching feral flowers bloom, playing with your dog without a care, dancing in the rain, welcoming the storm that floods your pond before the barren sun. ~rev #vss365 #feral #barren 📸 self “Erect prickly pear”

Radiant, pure black flame #luminous glow of red & gold. Her face caught the molten glow Laughter filled the shadows. With a casual disdain To mask the bleeding pain. She wove a veil of satire and surrendered all to the pyre. ~rev #vss365 📸 self #Black-rumpedFlameBlack #woodpecker

Rustling in the woods a stranger taps the old bark, blown in from afar #haiku #blackrumpedflameblackwoodpecker #Black-rumped flame black #woodpecker #birds

Night, come slowly, for I still have my day. Let the light fade gently, for I need the orange hue to stay. Let the late hour linger and stall, let the evening drift into evenfall, let it quietly play. ~rev #vss365 #evenfall 📸 self

Years of lessons, inked in a diary gathering dust. A message tied to the feet of a pigeon, driven by doves. All lost in a single sentence. What is its worth? Insatiable thirst for this eternal lust, This poignant mortal coil slowly turns to dust ~rev #vss365 #dove 📸 self

Shadow clad Gray, muted He moves slow, unseen. They call him #Phantom The Ghost who walks! Tall. Unbroken. Two guns. A slingshot. His punch a skull. Corner him, and darkness answers. White horse. Wolf beside him. He doesn’t rule. He remains King of the Jungle. ~rev #vss365 📸 net

Laughter echoes, as the comic lays truth bare. The ministers wear raincoats, to dodge the dues and the rain. Farmers hold umbrellas sold by bankers when skies were clear, who want them back the moment clouds appear. ~rev #OnePicPoetry

Sat by the loch #fishing rod in hand a folding chair a bag for my catch The water stirred then rose Nessie surfaced splashing at my line ripples turning wild I fumbled for my phone snatched a shot grainy, black & white Alas! that’s how close I came to eternal fame ~rev #vss365

In my dreams my soul slips & swims like an #undersea leviathan wandering free I swim into the folds of the ravines below where memories fade & obscure There, in the folds I open unseen gills behind my ears breathe the ocean in as air remake & empower my soul ~rev #vss365 📸net

Whoever designed that #investiture dress Really didn’t think it through. Have you tried to hug? The hats you must remove. The brims do stick out, it’s true. And don’t even try a kiss, it would seem like two ninjas going KABOOM 💥 With absolutely no rhythm or groove. #vas365

Corn & strawberries petunia in a pot of rose near my cabin where all of it grows Hewed it from a fallen deodar tree With #hammer, nails and a chisel, I built it all with glee A two room suite all of wood on top of a hill Just a quite place to lay still & chill ~rev #vss365

Always came last, met with sneers. Dagger drawn, fierce of will, he stood his watch upon the hill. A lone silhouette, battle-adorned, etched against the waiting cliff. The message clear: last man, last round no fear. He twists the tourniquet, claims his sobriquet: Last ~but one ~rev #vss365 #man

Blue-winged voyager with a chocolate brown crown wears a white cravat tucked beneath a crimson beak Not a slave to the water’s edge haunts the wire & fence watching a lizard's stir a flash of sapphire in the field The White throated #Kingfisher

A Colt’s revolver sits under my jacket against my ribs heavy and cold. I ride solo through the night where the alleys hide shadows & the vampires lay in wait In this concrete jungle The raison d'être is a fair fight you’re either the rider, or you’re the hunt. ~rev #revolve #vss365 📸 self #rider

Let’s meet where the world chimes in, where the train used to whistle and chug by. No words, no noise. Just us, breathing the quaint air. Your muffler stayed behind. I keep it close. Still hear that poem, the one you couldn't finish "We will meet again." ~rev #OnePicPoetry