Reconnecting

It’s not easy to forgive or forget, I saywe shared gossip over a cup of chai yesterdayCan you believe we pulled swords at anotherIn the same verandahI recall the horror ofblood flowing down the streetsnot knowing if it belongedto a Hindu or Mussalmanit was all so passionate redour friends lay deadwhile we packed up to … Continue reading Reconnecting

A-waiting

call it a picnic, partying in wildernessall set to boot, but where's my companion?Let me play music and sing a songSerenade her to come where I'm waiting all set to boot, but where's my companion?let me choose the lyrics carefully from my heartSerenade her to come where I'm waitingshe's sensitive - for an apology waiting … Continue reading A-waiting

Drama

once moreevil laughterhaunts me in waking hoursI sleep with planscelebrationsjust need to be perfectI swear I feeltightening gripson my busy lone wristsmask drops Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge Chosen Poetry form is Aquarian Invented by A. Maris MazzEach stanza  has lines of 2/4/6/2 syllablesAny number of stanzas permitted.Unrhymed.  (Multiple of 4 lines)

Chicken Soup for the Soul

I suffer from an allergy which makes me sneeze non-stop in the morning. A co-passenger on the train advises me to stay off cold and sour foods after 3 pm, as I swallow an Allegra pill. Back home, I settle down for comfort food - a steaming bowl of chicken soup. As of now. I’d … Continue reading Chicken Soup for the Soul

Voices from the past

my head bursts with painat the end of a tetheris it indignation,weariness or disdain? I shut my doorsto negativityit constantly pourstesting sensitivity phones switched offSIM cards swappedWhy doesn’t the phone ring stopI’ve pressed all buttons… I spin with reverberationsof a past that staysvoices from other worldsdemons I can’t slaygames I can’t playrecitationsincantationsare of no use … Continue reading Voices from the past

Centered

gather your thoughts before you speaklest you are called a scatterbrain thoughts need to move towards a goalkeep it on track, direct the train don't let those cannons unnerve youopposite wills just try to reign calm and visible in dark lanes Weekend Writing Prompt #282

Final moments

It’s almost dawn, and embers in the fireplace glow in the dark. Spent fuel lends its last bits of energy to the world. I guess you know that the doctors have given up. Else, what could make you tell me all those stories, as if you are rewriting the truth? Tell me … when we’ve … Continue reading Final moments