Untruth

I give in to your whims;break a promise to me.For being just myself… I walk bowed downwith the burdenof a contaminated identityit cracks up any momentthe world thinksI’m fakeinconsistent. They’re rightthe only truthIs authenticity Quadrille at dVerse

The Chauvinist

Aaargh! This excruciating pain gnaws at me againI need to prove I’m not an ovary, not a uterusI’m more than the sum of my body partsAnd that rascal who said, “For whom do you dress or undress?”did not know I would explode under duressin different ways, in diverse streamsto become a goddess, wear talent, and … Continue reading The Chauvinist

Not again

A blinking prompt, a frozen mindThe muse deserts meNot again A simmering stew, a hot stoveFrozen meatNot again A forward step; a packed bagThe door is lockedNot again Stale words; ancient expressionsFrogs croakYet again Unlocked dreams; a new moonLet the light shineOnce again Poetics

Seasons

The sweeper looks surprised when I say, “Treat the dried leaves with the same respect you give the dead.” I hear the leaves crying out in anger when trampled by insensitive feet. The widowed branches are unsure if they want to mourn the departure of the old or welcome the new arrival. Seasons always put … Continue reading Seasons

Path-breakers

A handsome facewith headphonesoblivious of surroundingsscreen-distractedducking advicewith deaf-gear I see a pattern-breakerchanging structuresto fit into redefine identitiesrather than befire-baptized they'll change the worldthese tradition-shirkersI saluteall path-breakers MTB - get to know kennings

When Truth Shrinks

truth filters in like light shaftsfrom the branches of an old treeunsure of survival-fearing intense focuswhen the tree is choppedwith a political axeby opportunist woodcutters truth shrinksmakes way for darkness-parallel existenceleaves onlookersin a quandary Quadrille #210

Bid goodbye

menacingshadowscrouch behindshape-shift-to scare-to dare till I stretchmy handto touch itfeel them meltin my palmscrumbling downlike cigarette ash -remnantsof past bitternessblazing embersof aching memoriesI give my regardsto past livesand bid goodbyeto breathe free Poetics: Inspired by Album Cover Art

The Art of Wooing

She licks her lips to wipe off the foam. The coffee taste is incredible, but this foam refuses to go away. She wipes it off with a paper napkin and puts it back in the empty cup. She cannot believe her eyes. It seems to be drowning in non-existent liquid and then vanishes altogether. It … Continue reading The Art of Wooing