the walls were stunnedto see the roof fall silentand the ground movingunder patriarchal feet My grandmotherrecently widowedspoke…“I was never happy with him.”-thirteen days of ritualsnot yet overbut a truth spokenamidst the encomiumsbeing showered by mournerson the one that migrated the daughters-in-law contradicted“He always supported her.”In conflicts with other women?Yes, he stood by his wife…but imposed … Continue reading Death of a Patriarch
The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me. Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands. My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life. The stoic … Continue reading Fragility Haunts
This is the place that I once ownedTook pride in idiosyncrasies and quirksThis is where my first joint was rolledYes, it was a place I lived and worked. I knew not when someone wrote a protocolI was expected to work; play to the roleA workplace is not as relaxed as the campusWhen the collar gets … Continue reading Crack the code
What could have been and what isstories that reverberate through my spineunstabbed back, but the dagger can striketo change my shape forever I look forward to some, but am terrified ofdrums; that invisible pen which writes my fatesprinkles ink on my budding bloomsgarden of hope; on the tentacles of a storm Anticipation - the monster … Continue reading Anticipation
ALMOST dreams fulfilledcelebrationsin the airexplosionsround the corner, firecrackersand then - a close brush someone saysart imitates lifelife denies… The above poem is a broken Shadorma for W3 Prompt #151 Image credit: Photography by Hanan Mamoun INTERPRETATION Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Pexels.com hope springsin the form ofbright blooms to capture heartscherry blossoms last weeksthe tree … Continue reading Life
breaking unity of the bricks to let a few secrets outwindows challenge closed doors and frozen thoughtswelcome the wind, let in the clouds and rainI stand drenched in myths, tales beyond my reachNot knowing how to weave so much opennessInto a story; I deny entry to truth and shut the window. W3 Prompt dVerse - … Continue reading So much openness
Faith works wonders, they sayFaith is the best medicine we haveWhat kind of placebo is this?It numbs you to bridles and whips. I’m called out for breaking normsI’m labelled a traitor sans fire-armsWhat kind of jury is this?Defense unheard; judgments passed What the majority says is religionI can communicate only in pidginWhat kind of theism … Continue reading Awakening
When someone is hostileI often thinkwhat did I doin a previous lifetimeto leave this woundthat makes them rile? The ground beneath my feetmoves to lay barea throbbing secret-it can become a quake-the marks humans leaveare most often scars I pray to the oceanforgive our sinsburied in your depthsleash the tsunamisyou nurse underneath the sky sheds … Continue reading Sacrilege
My windows opened to an endless dreamNot knowing sunshine would shatter that gleam I admired your elegance and measured movesNow, why does your silence feel so extreme? Your sophistication was an unspoken promise.I dreamt of new worlds, naive as it may seem. On a dark night, you were the moon sereneIn Reena’s home, you dissolved … Continue reading Dissolution
This is not easy.easylies the mind that buys peace.piece-s of a coup that promised the earth.earth-ly dreams of control flew away –wayabove the moon and sky.Iwalk with unfettered feet and swing– wingmy way through bottomless pits-it’snot easy, for I earn, don’t buy. W3 Prompt #145
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