Amitaverse

Just to share a bit of news. I have been one of the winners of  Aquillrelli Publishing contest, where the organizers were selecting the best 100 poems amongst a host of contributers. Those of you interested in the next publishing contest can click the following link:-

http://www.aquillrelle.com/

And the poem that was chosen by the organizers was:-

http://www.aquillrelle.com/publishingwinners.htm#publishedpoem8

The Final Moorings As the clock embedded inside Swings farther and farther Away from the umbilical chord Time boarding the magic carpet Flies back to my by-gone days.  In search of memoirs. The tired sail with mussels all over Waits to be beached Like other hulks' ramshackle In eternal Time's sand It waits dismantling In the final moorings Away from the beloved's guard In ruthless scrap yard. Strapped firmly upon a cot Lugged upon a sun-fed street The heartless funeral band  Roared, and all trusts breached; I see my head cold, Swaying like a frail boat- In intruding tidal bore, And I collect my deeds Strewn like cheap bran Upon the memory's floor, I marvel at my life's span Oh! so fast it has elapsed Before the fluttering bird Inside me has collapsed.