Scripts
December 6, 2021
doorways to the past -overarching stories paint filtering sunlight changing how one reads the script – lets it dominate life – or buries it to move forward
Tag: What Do You See
Impostor
November 29, 2021
There are three kittens looking like Kitty, probably her offspring. They look at me with curiosity, but my eyes look for my friend. Hope she recognises me… It was a deep bond, but not a free one. Reciprocity was the name of the game. I taught her how to use a laptop and the internet, … More Impostor
Tales Unheard
November 22, 2021
Nameless people in a house on stilts without an address The lake turns red A shadow is murdered Flowing waters the only witness waters change, time flows snow unfreezes to merge with emptiness Someone calls as oars cut through tales unheard A boatman sings voiceless anonymous… A spy’s life- fictitious infamous much maligned patriotic, self-effacing … More Tales Unheard
Mindfulness
November 15, 2021
Isn’t it strange?Forgetting to turnthe key, andcomplainingof closed doors to happiness?Mindfulness called for…
Dreams are made of …
November 8, 2021
pristine existencea faint glimmer of hope shinesin heavenly bluesI’ll die to reach there somedayI hope it’s not just a dream
This is where
November 1, 2021
This is where they had dreamt the future. This is where they had planned to meet. And they did … Just that it was a little too late.
Wisdom of my heart
October 25, 2021
wrapped in comfort of your magnanimity I try to see Your world with human lenses and yet find… wisdom of heart unmatched nobility of my soul unprecedented gift of my presence unappreciated
Indifference
October 18, 2021
indifferencegrows like moss on rockssaltinessof her tearsunseen, untastedcontaminates the landscape
Perfection
October 11, 2021
perfection is a way of life remember the donuts she served with coffee and love Could I measure up? lazy me just loafing around met her once lost my heart then moved away – I was so imperfect for her
Have wings, can’t fly…
October 4, 2021
I don’t know why this awakens deep seated fears time machines taking off to lifetimes lived before or those that exist, but yet to come to the fore It un-grounds me with no feet, just wings But I’ve never learnt how to fly high I may just float and then fall into bottomless pits between … More Have wings, can’t fly…
Reena Saxena 