#flux
By the edge of the Tagus,
the river passes unhurried,
as if it knew
its end.
I sit by the window.
The waters meet
and carry me away.
Time is not chased.
It flows.
Days, minutes
on an unbroken thread.
Each thing
at its own rhythm.
The world continues.
I learn not to interrupt.
Without urgency.
Without fear.
I observe
what yields,
what remains.
And then,
almost without sound,
we change.
I light a cigarette.
The flame hesitates.
So do I.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
Only when the guises of expectation are gone
Was I able to meet this tinge of ineffable confidant
Often ambushing behind the tune from days to places
Where self-gaze sails across something in and of itself.
Over the nuvole flies men in chaos off meaning loss
Wafted down detritus of love in strikes of turmoil.
Omens scudded before stunned, defying gravity
With nuanced remembrance of odor antidotes
Orienting my soul in shivering flux, astringent enough
When silence is not heard, nor eyes are met.
Words de-surfaced, drowning me dizzy.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
a bloom not I sniff on its wax
yet soap in its name.
Is chime an echo
shuttling between shores clenched and surfs wrinkled?
Forthcoming. Impending. Violating.
Could thou help me to say this?
that I was in out of my depth.
Over-night granola, Mixed-berry fizz, Planet-Traveler hues.
Could thou let me shelve vacancy?
that I’d be sobbing for its mess.
Signature Choco cake named here sole with latte all around globe
some taste brewed here sole.
How hot and heavy and hazy
this existence savors.
But—
there is Thank you, the simple words that turns us into lamplighters
who walk each other home, through the night never seems to end
fluxing, always, always. after all.
before all.
A beam of apathy.
Hithernay I lapse in the liquid fear
of drifting afar from all flowed through me, a terrifying truth
that strikes, falters, and aches.
On shaft of daylight I look fine
but look behind my eyes, everything
is new until it’s old.
An osmosis of remembrance wafts across the lake frozen
I gazed tears streaming down its face
and was told: every metamorphosis a co-passenger brought you
continues the voyage with you on behalf of him.
Would I get over it?
Anon I find the galactic city model of the mind
too cold to defy
as I expend three minutes hesitating shall I do it or not
that could be done within the three minutes
so it’s left undone, with an ongoing groan.
I yearn for rationality is too spiny and messy and illusory
like a broadcast of self-deed that never ever pitch a well guess.
But—
nothing come decipherable until I seek
to return with hands empty of dictions indecipherable.
I love the debris of word that I don’t understand, that
I build brick by brick.
Euphoria stumbles in what is
and what isn’t here.
Chimeric.
This time, at ease I walk into the place scrawled by unfamiliarity
of all kinds, giddy, amorphous, variegated,
not without my muse.
Hovering, the Wayfinder exhales
an attuning overture,
an astringent taste of cacophony.
“Free is the feeling they can’t take from thee.”
a rustle not I shivered in
yet took a leap towards.
Through the bullet-spiked walls of unseen wars
analogy hums a thousand suns
as warriors bury a thousand letters.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
flux.
a word whose very sound connotes its meaning, a sloshing state of change
a liquid moment,
for we solids,
of bone and flesh,
though
we may be islands of stolidity,
entrenched, focused, organized,
when the surround sounds
of change are all about
you too are
fluxed
the serenity of splendid isolation
is not an impervious shell,
close eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth
these liquid times we abode,
inescapable from the roller coaster of
crashing storms of our
environment
try as I might,
cannot recede into a
white sealed envelipe,
cannot secede from
the froth of current events,
in the age of no distances,
and the rotational revolution of
but one lever,
a single beating wing
can disrupt the
the supply and communication
channels of our normative existential machinations
let me retreat unto my poetry trance,
but that choice
is currently unavailable
be wary of the calm of routine,
we live in a time of
the olympics of change,
and we cannot walk
on water,
nor tread forever
flux.
the liquidity curse of our
ever curving intersections
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
the present
forever shifts
yet remains
constant
claiming and
re-claiming us
a sequence
of stillnesses
flux and
fixity
finite and
infinite
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
A wave implodes,
impaled upon
impassive rocks...
this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear...
you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur:
telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before,
here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.
Heraclitus said we can't step in the same river twice, because it won't be the same river and we won't be the same either. Everything is in a constant state of flux, thus "nothing returns / as it was before." Lovers who part will not be the same people if they reunite later.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
As I wait
In the night's cold
The echoes of rain long gone
I fall back
Sweet reactions
And sweet smiles
Evoked by the idiosyncrasies of life,
All genuine
Whilst my heart
Congeals the idiosyncratic nature of
My exterior
With my interior.
Duality,
A concept irrevocable.
In it's amalgamation,
The force of its flux
Is unsettling.
And in my unsettled ease
Where does that leave me?
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
See how the colours shift -
with each fractional adjustment
I'm met with a 360 revolution
emblazoned horizon to horizon
a panchromatic world of beauty
in a constant state of flux,
with variations,
both major and minor,
circling round
with each marginal movement
of my creator's hand.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Dawn of change
It is always so
Endless dusks and tides
Breaking against star-foam.
The law of all-things
We long to forget
Is that everything passes
Time devours all
And humble humanity
Tiny upon the floating rock
Is no different
To the dust and gas
Of deep space.
We may quail
At our transient destiny
We may shudder
At our fleeting fate
We may lament
Our lack of infinity
But to do so would be
To stain the sacred present
And forget the true nature
Of you, of us, of her, of me.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
Were you given a star at school for good work?
a smiley face, very good or well done was a perk
I took all of these smiley faces into my soul
guaranteed for life to sustain my future role
Remember how art caught you out - I made a mess
and yet disaster was suddenly made good - more or less
now, woodwork led me to a great cutting edge
being allowed to take home my work was a privilege
metalwork taught me that flux was softer than butter
the words that arose within me - if only I could utter
mathematics made me figure things out - nothing I would lack
but when the master saw my red socks - he said: 'Get to the back.'
Then there was English - the best language to swear in,
such great enlightenment and depth will never come again
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
White lotus, never let you forget this
you, I, or any other does not exist
outside the fiction cosmos weaves;
all of us add color to it each minute.
പ്രപഞ്ചം ഒരുകൽപ്പിതകഥ
വെണ് താമരേ, ഇത് സ്വയം
മറക്കാനനുവദിക്കായ്ക!
നീയും ഞാനുമെന്നല്ല, എല്ലാമെല്ലാം
പ്രപഞ്ചം നെയ്തെടുക്കും
കഥയല്ലാതെ മറ്റൊന്നല്ല!
അനു മാത്രം ആ കഥയ്ക്ക്
നിറം ചേർപ്പവരാണ് നാം !
(Translated to Malayalam)
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC