First Published in the Madness Muse Press I'm an immigrant a person whose roots are dangling between continents and spanning cultures trying to get the footing to maintain the balance dangling between the void and the fullness My mouth speaks two language where my heart bears one I'm training my tongue to get used to the new taste … Continue reading Immigrant
Month: January 2019
Crimped ( Micro poetry)
To begin again….
To begin again,
something must end
a vicious life circle
and that is the trend;
you are conceived as a hope
floating as a stardust
in the skies
you take form as a hope
and the quest for the
life begins;
planning your precarious life
tiptoeing the mistakes and
holding onto your pride
the journey begins;
falling in the web of deceit
and unhappiness
rummaging the soul
for the eternal salvation
the fallacy remains;
clutching your dreams
with those bony fingers and the
pallid face
the hope remains;
Nearing the end of the journey
you let go of all the pretense
floating towards the final
deliverance
cause to begin again
something must end.
This poem is part of the collaborative poem started by Grabbety covens. Read the final piece here.
Wishful thinking
What if the day never ends and sun never sets on the horizon the time never moves it just floats and loves stays in the sweet embrace uninterrupted What if the day never ends and lovers are not split apart the sweet fragrance of the reunion keeps seeping in the air What if the day … Continue reading Wishful thinking
Three poems published in the Blognostics -“Audacity”, “Orphan” and “Acceptance is a colorless offering”
Delighted to know that three of my dearest poems found their home in the warm space of the Blognostice Poetry Journal. Really thankful to the editor Jessica Grant for giving me the opportunity and supporting my work. Blognostics is an independent literary organization committed to poetry, creative writing, and art. They are dedicated to bringing … Continue reading Three poems published in the Blognostics -“Audacity”, “Orphan” and “Acceptance is a colorless offering”
Little does she know
Little does she knowIt will end before it will start;Little does she knowIt will leave cracks in her heart;Little does she knowThe traditions always die down slowly;Little does she knowit's still a knot, even it is holy;Little does she knowWounds are always scraped more;Little does she knowevery person is nothing but a voyeur;Little does she knowthis game always ends in deadlock;Little does she knowshe is not part of the flock; Little does she knowThere is nowhere to hide forever;Little does she knowher pain has surrounded her;Little does she knowShe stopped feeling somehow;Little does she knowThe smiles are all phony;Little does she knowYou always end up lonely. Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash
This post is in response to the daily prompt Conversant
Street Lights
The dimming street lights cast a long shadow you are taking long strides to keep the demons away from catching up to you You are hiding your soul saving it Not ready to make a deal with with the devil yet the flickering light in your heart is giving you way While the night engulfs … Continue reading Street Lights
