Enforced demarcation

Posted on by Reena Saxena

imperceptible osmosisslow movement to the other sideI swing betweengratitude and resentmentnot sure if I shouldcelebrate or lamentuninvited guestsuncalled for commentsunexpressed emotionsun-peelable layersslow and steady accretion I watch with interestblacks and whitesmerging in a grey massreplicating fastopposites inseparablenow I knowIt’s just… Mesipping through dimensions.both so differentI consider them almost parallel Co-existence so difficultbecauseit melts identitiesenforced demarcationto … Continue reading Enforced demarcation

Anonymity

Posted on by Reena Saxena

She dares to venture beyond the limitations of villagers’ thoughts and is immediately labelled a vile witch, for treading unfamiliar ground with incomprehensible intent. A woman who crosses boundaries needs to be punished for a demo effect, to preserve a precious culture holding vintage value, lest other females ditch their housekeeping and child-bearing roles and … Continue reading Anonymity

Let her look

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I often wondered what stops me - now I knowthose accusing eyes, those barbed commentsredirecting unprocessed venom at meher inadequacy she ceaselessly laments those accusing eyes, those barbed commentslet her look; she loathes herself so muchher inadequacy she ceaselessly lamentsnow I know what I need to reject and eject let her look; she loathes herself … Continue reading Let her look

Weary

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The shoes were once shiny and new – now dusty and forgotten, buried in baskets, discarded by time. He is unable to throw them away, because of their uncanny resemblance with his life. Some day when he is gone, and his memories discarded in the bin, the shoes will meet the same fate. Till then, … Continue reading Weary

In-humanity

Posted on by Reena Saxena

The moose is quiet as the kids count extensions on his two horns. The living room is not familiar terrain, and he is biding time in alien territory. The television screen shows scenes of human brutality, and that has probably quietened him down … as if he is in a simulation, watching the animal nature … Continue reading In-humanity

The Auditorium

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The darkest nights redefine our relationship with light. The coldest months rebuild longing for warmth. I looked forward to the concert with great enthusiasm, and my companions were what I called my comfort zone. Dressed to the hilt, we took our seats in the auditorium. As someone tested the mic, we looked around for elements … Continue reading The Auditorium

Haiga (**shahai)

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buried under ice awaiting resurrection fairy tales blossom Picture credit: Welcome December, ‘December’s Song’ Watercolour by Elaine Bayley Illustrations Tanka Tuesday - 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge