walk in your own shoeswhen you grow up, don't fill minecreate a new lifewithin social boundariesoutcasts meet no happiness Open Link Night 373
Outcast
Sepia Stains
I smile at the mention of joyas I wipe an errant teardropoozing from the left eye I watch shadows in petal shapesfall on the whiteness of milkas it stands poised to boilspill over on the stovetop-the chimney abovesucks smoky fumeswith all negative thoughtsfrom an agitated mindhelps me unpack, unwind I revisit the bumpy roads,where the … Continue reading Sepia Stains
Transit mode
He has a presence despite his shabby appearance. Maybe we are drawn to his ferocious eyes, looking for a challenge. One feels compelled to keep a distance. The boundary lines are invisible but sharp. He surprises us with a mellow voice, “Can you help me in finding this address?” “Are you from the police?” “No.” … Continue reading Transit mode
Paradelle – A Bridge to Nowhere
Can someone build a bridge to nowhere?Can someone build a bridge to nowhere?Escape from the sounds of daily routinesEscape from the sounds of daily routinesI long to hear a voice from the unknowncarrying a new language and devices to read Can someone fill the chasm between cultures?Can someone fill the chasm between cultures?Enlighten mindsets with … Continue reading Paradelle – A Bridge to Nowhere
Deepawali
putting it all togethercolour in patternsflavour in foodlight in a new moon nightfemininity glows-the Goddess bestowsa powerto last fora confident year Poetics
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
