Author: Reena Saxena

Unicorn chasing, life became a blur
skimming along the surface, moving swimmingly
unexpected storms caused untold turbulence
in the ocean of sleep
despondency, a thin blanket
tattered with bullet holes of memories
barely covers the aching bones of drudgery
shivering uncontrollably I look for a lining of comfort but there’s none
I try to sit still spinning the fine threads of tumultuous thoughts
whys, whats and whens tie me in inextricable knots
reminiscences of days bygone,
when the mathematics of life eloquently overcame the geography of living,
chain me, hindering further movement
the sun seems so far off;
a shrivelled dream in a firmament gone black
all the nows are steeped in a charcoal haze
rushing crazily into a vortex of helplessness
I write my name with cold and disobedient fingers
the outline of anaemic morning filters through the half open gaze
I had been blind to the secret door…

Many years ago I needed a job paying more money. Does that sound familiar?

Make it happen moment

“I needed something more, had a one month old baby and was uncertain about my future. As I looked around at my unfurnished apartment, there sat my sewing machine on a small table in the middle of the room. There was a dress which needed shoulder pads to complete it and could not afford to purchase them. The dress was for my first day back to work, and my eighteen year old self had a light bulb moment, to design and make shoulder pads for the dress and for sale to stores. I like to dream big! The next six months were days filled with activity, as baby was taken to daycare, reached out to fabric store owners to and from work, and after feeding my son, I sewed the orders…