Strings attached

A theory proved A story cleaved Fragmented over time An echo reverberating Across many strings With endless possibilities Intertwining Of various realities Intermingling Shadows nearly recognisable Slips of memories That could be fables Words I thought And might have spoken To someone I may have known, Even loved, in theory Once upon a string


The ultimate foolery Are the tales Woven in the isolation Of a mind At once bored And at play The thoughts of which Extrude reality Beyond willingness (Or is it capability?) To render


Sifting, poetry by Roshan Grossman

Rapt in riddling Words, unwrapping Slowly, rapturing Like springing streams Sweet in dripping Waters, salted brow Striving, to make sense In sifting dreams