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the misty veil reveals a wry dwindling of whenever, whoever, and then a memoriam, not dark, instead a lightness of being untarnished not provoked nor…

Apr 25 •

Krishna Parashar

March 2023

stopgap (short)

Life exists. Not as a grand gesture to the universe, or an ineffable and necessary part of all. Instead it beckons, for the realization of being itself…

Mar 1 •

Krishna Parashar

January 2023

In all of life’s contrived and extraordinary mysteries, lurks the quietly beautiful allure of serendipity. Those magic moments where the unexpected…

Jan 1 •

Krishna Parashar

June 2022

forever is not a place, nor a date, nor a time forever then could be as they say, a state of mind a feeling, disjoint from space even away from time…

Jun 21, 2022 •

Krishna Parashar

February 2022

0.7 | Liminality

I’m sitting again. This time surrounded by the small mounds of things that make up my collective possessions. I notice myself in a transitory state, one…

Feb 10, 2022 •

Krishna Parashar

August 2021

Life, at a fundamental basis, is a choice of feelings. Not that we get to necessarily choose how we feel, but that we choose based upon what we hope we…

Aug 13, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

them, so bright (poem)

i wonder. no. i wait, for the melody of clarity to play an effulgent warmth of white, blues, colors. shifting, moving, carrying, bearing a vessel of…

Aug 2, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

July 2021

the ocean sings her boisterous song first a murmur — a trial of sound then the squelching symphony of overlapping water leading into the sonorous…

Jul 7, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

0.5 | Migration

I love the idea of the road. The rough terrain and the never before seen vistas. The cultures, the art, the foods, the music, and the people. The world…

Jul 2, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

June 2021

reflection (poem)

in that mirror lies the reflection that keeps track of me a singularity now, the past, a future nestled into this reality this moment – a capture of me…

Jun 23, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

444 days ago I died. April 1st, 2020 It wasn't the finality of life kind of death – instead it's the kind of death that you remember. A permanent etch…

Jun 18, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

saturation (poem)

dropping into the vastness a dive, a glide, a beginning an intimate breathe, chasing immersion a contortion, a follow, another breath the dance, to the…

Jun 16, 2021 •

Krishna Parashar

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