Prompt So what exactly happened here? A woman felt powerless because she was unable to let go of a story she was holding onto which made her a victim. Even though she no longer saw this man, her former lover, she carried him within, and over and over again inside was keeping this version of … Continue reading Toxicity
the story of life embedded in glances who other than you can decipher nuances? in your language, I did dream over the years piercing pain, shattered bits cannot stop flowing tears we try to reach a pact in the first night away from you half-open peeps can’t count ensuing aeons of blues silence is their … Continue reading Silent Eloquence
expecting permanence in a mortal existence flames don’t last forever why should a love not sever ties that give a lot of pleasure but make one feel claustrophobic? love defies all logic believes life is magic we need a different air to breathe flames don’t last forever but make one feel claustrophobic we need a … Continue reading Flames don’t last forever
let me recognize myself Give me a scar leave some remnants of you Give me a story…… no assurance no promises nothing lost Give me a story….. your benevolence, not love kisses on the forehead not on my lips Give me a story….. one-sided love interpreted as right folly of my innocence Give me a … Continue reading Translated poem – Give me a story
a warm blanket in my arms thaws the hands and my heart permanence of love a fuzzy feel beyond the realms of life and death never turns me cold never lets me down Tuesday Poetics at dVerse
I drove through the clouds at Khandala* fluffy white shapes around me, the valley below, strong and silent I was young, with aspirations and dreams, floating through the foggy density. feeling droplets on an extended palm, watching those catalyse creativity. The next time around, dark clouds acquired menacing shapes threatened to engulf me in obscurity. … Continue reading MUMBAI-PUNE EXPRESSWAY
I remained unseen, unheard bearing your fruit repaying debts of earthly existence. glow of womanhood inspiration of art passed through me yet did not etch defining lines of individuality. I’ve found my voice ask for my rightful share refuse to be trampled upon to satisfy your needs I hear collective echoes as the sisterhood says … Continue reading Collective echoes
