Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walkI withdrew my extended hand - confused Not a whimper of protest, not a sound -Is the world dumb, forgotten how to talk?Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walk They say-what … Continue reading Nobody’s shocked
Life is movement, but life is not always progress. We do slip back and catch up. What was unfathomable for me is life coming to a grinding halt, and it’s not death. These gasps, these moments of stillness, were not accounted for in my life goals. A change of geography and culture taught me how … Continue reading Impending
A fold of paper, never creased,No ink to trace the heart’s release.The words you wrote, I’ll never knowThey vanished where the lost winds blow. The postmark faded, never stamped,Your voice a ghost, the edges damp.I hold the space where it should beA letter lost, yet haunting me. dVerse - OLN#395
On cosy winter evenings, she delighted everyonewith perfectly shaped wontons and steaming soup Reluctance fell drop-by-drop like chilli oil or vinaigretteas she dressed the saladwhile planning the outfits she would needon her impending trip to the Wild West “You have your fifteen minutes of fame”,said the organiser, “may be less”“You don’t receive awards under the … Continue reading Crafting an Identity
We stand, not still, but swaying with regretswrapped in whirlpools of choices, chances, echoes of steps we never took.Each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground.Yet here we areupright, undaunted, dancing on the edge of collapse. Quadrille at dVerse RXC #405
Whose shadow is it? It's not HalloweenUnder a grey sky, muffled cries aboundShe wants to, but cannot let out a screamDarkness helps the Devil; a slap resoundsTears flow in rivers; the Moon's not aroundPatriarchal systems rule a deaf worldOld wounds hurt again with fresh abuse hurledBroken woman's curse cuts through icy windsShe remained unseen, but … Continue reading Belladonna Reborn
Help me, help me be humanWhen the context is lostI look for a human hand and brainbehind the machine logic that drives my lifeBut I am not sure of the proportion Is there a minuscule being shaped like mescreaming somewherethat he has not done itFrankenstein developed a life of its ownIt cannot be deemed artificialafter … Continue reading Incongruence
I see a fleeting shadow in the corridor, but there’s no one there. I get back to work, but those sounds of criticism reverberate in the room, and I feel tempted to scream with tight fists. There is someone who brings out the worst part of me – in retaliation, in self-defence, in expression of … Continue reading Devil’s Abode
I want a dressthat changes colourto crack my perceptionand yourslet it show a different shadeby mixing colours-a hue thatneither names menor reflects youbut the interactionwith unsaid words-a tintI watchbut don’t touch I want a dressthat gets me labelleda chameleonfor it revealsmyriad versions of me-unapologetic-unassuming-unmoved I want a dressthat provides spaceto float and flowgo high or … Continue reading Is it a dress or something else?
the whimper of the last firecrackercuts through sleepy windowsas tired revellers go to bed A hazy smog challenges visionwhat’s coming next-appreciation for hospitalityinsufficient to last a seasonor credit card debt? I check the heatingtear off dry-cleaning labelsfrom last year’s laundry-The wedding season startsI need a warm wardrobe readyto look my bestwith well-moisturised skinand a colourful … Continue reading It is smoky outside
