The body loosens its grip on struggling organs, and what we call death is but a shedding of cells. The soul, lighter than starlight, drifts beyond the familiar orbit of grief. Planets hum in their silent revolutions, each a reminder that endings are only pauses in a greater rhythm. Saturn’s rings shimmer like gateways, Jupiter’s … Continue reading Somewhere There
Bless the world for beingunprepared for mebut holding paths and options for me to chooseactivating brain cellsto choose, work and play Bless the Maker of Worldsunequal, unjustwe dug inwards to define identity,face the world on our termsfight for our deemed rights Bless all imperfectionsto keep us alivekicking existence to carry us afarno taking for grantedall … Continue reading Entitled? No…
smash the glassdon't drown in your tearslet the shardshurt all thoseperpetrators of dark actswalk away on blood What Do You See
Someone lives inside me – vibrant, pulsating, bursting with courage, keen to break barriers and leap into the unknown. Someone pays no heed to advice or experience and wants to explore untraversed terrains, fearless and unshackled. Another one masquerades as Maturity and obstructs movement. The battle goes on with no prospects of ceasefire. Perhaps, death … Continue reading No Ceasefire
we seenarratives of lightassume a storydesign historythose who lived thenabsorbed it and leftnever to return facts migrate-we celebrateor denigrateresidue of imaginationor vested interests-bury old storiesfor you don’t have optionsor power of visualization write new taleson white sheetsun-silhouetted bypeace and positivity change perspectiveschange the prospectsthe future will thank youin retrospectif they see yourpositive intent light changes-surfaces … Continue reading Narratives
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the veil is thin, but impermeableonce inseparable soulsstrive to communicate Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
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
R.S. agony of birthNew life awaits an entrywatching the old falllabor pain with pangs of guiltcyclic awareness precedes M.L. blustery eveningLeaves roll across the streetcrinkling underfoot R.S.dark wombs conceal lifenurture future energyWho will rule the world?stories yet to be writtenlight sky's imagination M.L. beneath starry skiesdarkness punctuated byglowing candelabras R.S. interactive booksshaping options from wet … Continue reading Imminent Potential
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
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