Recursive

First published in Literary Heist, Fall edition This pain is toothless though it bites and numbs me from within; with a nibble here a there it leaves marks on me a pulverized pain; With the clickety clackety sound of the teeth clenched together and shut tightly I can feel everything going numb; This tepid life and the …

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Nothing

First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar How the feeling of emptiness devours and takes me in like an empty nest and a hole in …

Out of Sync

First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 “I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel How the body moves shatters, into zillion specks of glass powered and brushed to its core but still every speck of it can pinch …

Alone

Looking at the ceiling lying on my bed I think, what makes us feel alone What makes us feel so unwanted like an outcast Is it the betrayal of the lover? or Is the faith broken by a close friend, a confrere? Is it the selfish narcissist society who wants you to sing their praises …

Mist (Micro poetry)

Old companion

“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar Spreading like moss covering from end to end and shaping its identity at the expense of …

Burden ( Micro poetry)