EOD (End-of-Day)

muscles achescattered mindneeds focus eyelids droopguilt hits hardI must write a page callsa thought screamsI am home Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

Windows

I commuted to college in the local trains of Mumbai, back when they were not closed and air-conditioned. A window seat was a morning prize; standing at the door in the evening, the wind rushing against your face felt like a release. Road traffic drifted below, and the rectangular windows in buildings became silent openings … Continue reading Windows

Painted Boat

I painted the silhouette of a boat on the ocean of despair. Its outline was fragile, yet it carried the promise of passage. My hands found the oars, hesitant at first, then steady. Each stroke disturbed the depths, raking up opportunities, buried like pearls in the silt. The boat was no miracle; it was a … Continue reading Painted Boat

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You are gone, but yet live in mirrorsmocking my deemed identityWe never saw eye to eyebut your sharp words jump outfrom my defianceI did not wishto be youyet, Iam Tanka Tuesday Challenge no. 56 - A Mother's Nonet