Home was where they all knew my nameI was loved for what I was – nothing to dowith my past history or probable future“She has potential”, they lovingly saidmy father smiled, Mom shed a tear of joy Competition was intense within those wallslarge windows offered no view or reprieveeach grade mattered like the last breathnot … Continue reading Five spaces to love and hate
the final year grade sheetonce applaudedyellowing in old files the name on the epitaphmy favorite teacheracknowledges the flowers she does not have my number savedwe used to visit each otherunannounced new buildings mockmemories buriedbeneath development W3 Prompt #227
fragments of hope and dreamsstitched together in a patterndesigned to vocaliseall that was left unsaidstructured to open windowsthat let breathetexturised to give a viewof the world outsidenot wholebut just enough to createsome more patterns Fabric of the psycheA silent spongeDrinks perspectivesreshaping itselfinto imprintsbut remainsporous to hope,dreaming new skies. Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says The Met … Continue reading Porosity
A patriarch lies therebludgeoned to death by a clubin the shape of a woman bystanders frozen in shockrecall interactions-foresee a dark future Is it a fearor a nightmare that will dissolveat dawn? A shadow steps out of homeIs that a womanhowling? petals in garlandsturn to flameslong-held concepts on fireturning to ashesbefore the incinerator shrieks.Freedom at … Continue reading Liberation
imprints of fragilityyet – not so fragileephemeral beautycaptured for eternity inked on my wristare moments unlivedto complete a storyof shadows and light,of silence that speaksand echoes that fade. What Do You See #340
Your beautiful eyescarry a shame – it’s not yours Mirrors do not show flawsso accusing fingers can’t see theirs-it will take your eyes to seeand your courage to speakto tell themthey are tainted Whatever venom they spewThe underlying instinct is the sameYou dared to stay out of the chorussing their tunefollow their instructions they don’t … Continue reading Patriarchal Societies
It was a self-discovery coaching session, whensomeone said he was a pathand I was adamantthat I am a lighthouse. A decade laterdarkness holds me captiveand I wonder what I was thinking then… a sliver of color emerges from within-an arrow born of tearsand claims it can help peoplenot to flee the nightbut to walk through … Continue reading Not to escape the dark, but shine through it
The blood-stained rocky terrain, often blamed for cutting bare, unprotected feet, wonders why those who chose paths both unusual and alluring were not prepared to face the sharpness of accumulated pain. The rocks hold so much character, each atom carrying memories of bygone eras, hard lessons etched into their grain. They know they will stand … Continue reading The Blood-stained Rocky Terrain
One boat, carved of memory and care,calls out across the restless air:“Waters ahead are veiled in storm,shifting shapes that break the norm.Guard your keel, hold steady, friend,lest the voyage meet its end.” The other, bright with daring flame,answers not with fear but claim:“Storms are teachers, waves are guides,truth is found where shadow hides.To sail is … Continue reading Dialogue of Two Boats
A picture on the mantelpieceglorified with flowers and candlesappears to look at mefrom all directionsmockingmy bad memoryI forgot to buy a garlandin my struggle with Google Mapsand finding my wayto this consecrated temple the unquestioning devotionthe silence of deep sorrowmakes me hunt for wordsto eulogize her departed existenceI manage to brush a few memoriesappropriate ones … Continue reading A Condolence Visit
