born and raised but alone in a mindset I kept looking outside to talk, to share, to opine I never ever felt at home. college was fun with kids around indulging in frivolity. Realization… of a higher mental age struck… I never ever felt at home. work excited me as a platform to … Continue reading Homeless
Veils are a good alibi for not looking eye-to-eye strategic indifference to the un-pliable lot chilling glances, icy sheaths translucent non-acceptance weather becomes an alibi to manage the layers of fear beneath apparent condescension Veils are a good alibi for not looking eye to eye Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox
This is an Erasure Poem (created by erasing some words from an article or poem). It is also called WhiteOut Poetry by some. The source article is one written by me on LinkedIn. Chaos to Order and Beyond POEM weave the bits and pieces comprehend the theme rays of sunlight scattering do not change wavelength … Continue reading Thought Process
I am trapped inside that pretty picture The light in the candles reflects on the deceit and the heat sears my soul. they worship and garland and sing paeans to me. I was killed aeons ago and buried out of sight. Replicas are installed in every town hall to deceive and conceal my plight. … Continue reading Being a Goddess
time has no reverse gear or so it seems aging of bodies re-emphasizes it there are no roadmaps with perfect signs destiny remains entwined in life destinations why regret concepts I once had a pentimento lens only changes perceptions nobody died other than my dreams the failure is mine as much the … Continue reading Lenses
I laugh at the mirror and it laughs back at me handsome and ugly hold no meaning in absence of an opinion and a perspective. I cry silently as I touch reality of my loneliness The mirror and I are the only two staring at each other. Saturday Mix at MLMM
I am a cynic leave me alone I am absolutely fine. Experience is taking the shocks and knocks. I know the threshold where positivity falls. I have traversed the long and spiral road from Hope to Expectation to Stonewalls. I couldn’t care less about crossing lines The other side of which is not … Continue reading Cynical Thought
The reference is the now extinct 'Sati' system, where a widow was burned on the funeral pyre along with her dead husband. The dead women were glorified and had temples built as their memorials. the bell that chimes echoes my screams from the funeral pyre where I was burnt alive inheritance issues a … Continue reading Sati
Diving deep to generate ideas the flotsam and jetsam of untargeted thoughts emerging from unconscious depths finding its space. I wonder what the boats on the surface are fishing for I will be judged based on their catch and the display they choose for it. Photo Challenge #199
I see multiple dimensions in seeming simplicity amplified happiness deep valleys of sorrow a painful realization of being different in detachment sunlight radiates joy while the sun burns fire spreads warmth the source exhumes itself. I wish I was a poem not the poet. (44 words) Poem One for Me - dverse … Continue reading Bleeding
